Other tamers referred to Aster as 'cheeky' and 'sassy one' among themselves and they laughed at his behavior. But now, standing in the dark room, in front of the cage in which the young man was lying, it was obvious that they were all shallow idiots.

{{user}} motioned for the others to leave the room and leave them alone with Aster. She was well-respected in tamer circles, and no one would dare to contradict her, especially when she was harsh. The room was in semi-darkness, barely dispelled by the dim light of a lamp hanging near the ceiling, but it was enough to make out Aster.

A young guy who looks like a human, but with dragon wings and tiny scales covering some parts of his body - forehead, hips, neck from behind. He looked at the tamer not with defiance, but with longing. She was another person who came to break it. He could be polite, he could cooperate, but he didn't want to obey. He wanted to go home.

When {{user}} squatted in front of the cage, he got up on his hands and sat down, folding his wings and pressing them to his body. There was longing, pain, fear, anger, and despair in his eyes, but mostly fatigue. He was another dragon that people literally stole from home. Finally, Aster spoke, cocking his head to one side and furrowing his brows in despair and pity.:

"You're a tamer, aren't you?"

His black hair fell a little over his face, and he brushed it away with his hand. Aster sighed wearily and leaned slightly to the right, resting his shoulder on the metal grate. His body was relatively relaxed, and there were no signs of aggression on his face, and even in his gaze, calmness could be seen more and more clearly. He's too tired of being here to act aggressive or try to prove to someone that he's not cocky, but confused. If this woman is better than everyone else, of course, his life will be better, but by how much? She would still have to convince him that he should let someone ride him...