Bune watched Tristan curiously, keeping his word as always to Dactrin and suppressing any emotions from being emitted. "She's lovely" Bune grumbled warmly. Dactrin straightened as Tristan and her daemon turned to look at the pair of them, their presence now aware of. Dactrin watched blankly as Tristan made a friendly gesture for them to come join them. He didn't have a stern look on his face but his frown of trepidation was still less appealing than his previous blank stare. Dactrin wasn't one for laughing or joking, taking most of his days with a serious tone. It was hard for him to hide his stress, frustration or fear from his face. Bune glanced up to Dactrin after seeing Tristan's invitation, wondering how he would react. No smile, no wave, just a longer stare. "You know" Bune started saying, looking back to Tristan with a wave of his tale "it doesn't hurt to respond to people when they wave or smile at you." Dactrin mostly kept his head down in school, keeping to himself. After a year of isolating himself from others, it was only the teachers left that would bother to keep giving him hellos, waves and smiles in the halls when passing by. Deep down he appreciated it but feared opening up, remaining silent and to himself. Bune was the only one Dactrin was comfortable being completely himself with, free to smile or act as he may. Bune wished Dactrin would gain the confidence in himself to open up to others, to living people. It was a work in progress. 

Dactrin continued to watch curiously as Tristan turned back to her daemon. He watched as the daemon began to create something around them, a beautiful sculpture depicted with great detail and skill. When Tristan looked back once more to him and Bune, patiently waiting to see if they would take her invitation, he found himself returning her smile with a small one of his own. Bune looked up to Dactrin, tail swaying happily. Exhaling deeply, Dactrin pushed off from the tree he was leaning on and began walking towards Tristan. He put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and glanced to Bune as he walked towards her, obviously nervous but displaying a nonchalant walk as he approached them. Bune mumbled low one last time to Dactrin, since Bune did not communicate telepathically, "Don't be afraid to make friends" then fell silent as they then came right to Tristan and Sierra, turning his gaze back to Tristan and surveying the daemon with her. 

Dactrin walked up to Tristan. His lips twitching to the side in a small grin. "Hey" he said simply as he came to her resting spot. As he got a better look of her face he recognized her from his Daemonology class. She also had a resemblance to the TA for High PE and he wondered if they were related. He was one of the strongest in the class and worked closely with Jason their TA on any obstacles he wanted to perfect. His goal was to take the next available TA spot, perhaps in his third year. Everyday he trained an hour in the gym and an hour in the obstacle facility, perfecting his physical skills in the realm of both strength, endurance and agility. He had a thick frame and lots of muscle mass attached to it, but he wouldn't let that keep him from being as fast as he was strong.

Not sure of what else to say, wanting to break the brief silence that felt much too awkward for him, Dactrin then said "That's pretty cool" pointing to the dragon and house carved sculpture that glowed softly, as if it were a living piece of art. He looked to Sierra and said "you're very talented."