Sunbeam Lair Kyōshi no seikatsu

Little was known about the dragoness and whence she’d originated, in truth. To speak of herself was not something so easily done, and so it’d become something of a rare treat. Asterr, however, occasionally lacked awareness in regards to how little she shared, and so she’d raised a brow when the fish had been offered to her. Meals that had been offered had also then been accepted in the past, but, presently, she could come up with no reason to do so other than for the purpose of being polite—which wasn’t a good reason at all. With a slow shake of her head, she’d declined the offer. “You should eat it, given that you are the one to have killed it,” she added, bothering not with an in-depth explanation. There was no need to give one, she felt, believing the reason to be obvious enough—though, to some, it likely wasn’t.

From there, Avannon had delved right into what it was that she’d hoped to discuss. Prior to speaking, her demeanor had shifted slightly, transforming her from a cowering mouse into a true wolf. The difference had been noticed and noted, the timing curious, but the overall change not unwelcome. For perhaps the first time since they’d met, the pale woman had earned Asterr’s respect, rather than her sympathy. All the more interested, she’d listened to each and every word that left her mouth, taking the request into consideration. Once she’d finished, however, there had not been a response offered. The Chieftess had remained silent, expression thoughtful as each and every factor she could think to be concerned about were thought over. In the end, despite how much thought had gone into it, a definite answer had not been given.

Asterr’s frame was stilled, head neither nodding nor shaking. “Shiori has shown an interest in plants, but nothing else,” had been her response, simple and direct. “If you wish to be her mentor, then you must first meet with and ask of her where her interests lie. If she accepts you as a teacher, then you may act as one.” Shiori was mature for her age, which made her mother feel comfortable leaving her to decide on a mentor for herself—when she reached an age at which she would be ready for one, anyways. Continuing, she added, “None of them are ready yet to receive a mentor, but you may still speak with her about it. It is better to have their futures considered now, rather than later.” And what bright futures they would be.