Sunbeam Lair Vagabond

Like a phantom, she made not a sound. Even her breathing was slow, relaxed and unable to produce even a wisp of fog. Had it not been for her sister’s pause, she likely would have assumed that her approach hadn’t been noticed. That brief period of silence, however, assured her that no extra steps would need to be taken to ensure that her being there was noticed—by Hisaya, at least. Given the stranger's apparent object of focus, it was presumed that she’d yet to realize that a third body had appeared. No matter, Asterr refrained from saying anything about it. Whilst the woman’s attention lied with the younger Draconid, the vessel examined her further. From her outward appearance to the way she presented herself and spoke, not a single quirk was able to slip passed the Chieftess. The chances of her being accepted had been high the moment she’d howled, for Asterr’s heart was large, but she still couldn’t help but look at her in the same way she had every past visitor.

As the response to her sister was heard, the dragoness stepped nearer to the duo. Rather than remaining in the background, she’d settled herself into the space at Hisaya’s side, who received a gentle touch to the shoulder. Thereafter, it was to the face of the outsider that she looked, a partial smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “To hear you speak of defending and providing for this tribe has left me with the inability to turn you away,” she began, conveniently leaving out how she wouldn’t have sent her off even if she hadn't said such things. The fragmented sentences in which the woman spoke prevented Asterr from pushing her to answer several more questions, for there was no point to stressing her out when the end result would be the same no matter. Stepping forward, she sought to touch her muzzle to Shikoba’s shoulder, where it would linger for no longer than a few seconds before she would pull away and say: “You may call this lair your home, and this tribe your family.”