#╰ b. sorrengail. ╱ colloquy.

[skybreath]

upon descending his dragon and making his way towards the tavern, he certainly hadn't expected to find the high lord of the autumn court muttering to himself. bensen had a healthy dose of distrust in the other high rulers, his urge to protect yijun and the people he loved always paramount. but they did intrigue him, as did the possibility of actually getting to visit the other courts one day. "well, there's always one way that's sure as dragon fire for getting one in a better mood." he winks, pulling one riding glove off before biting the tip of the other and tugging it from his hand. "why don't you join me for a drink, fire lord?"

open starter from high lord suho ashway.

There had been a tiring panic within him that echoed in his mind, it made things almost unclear where they stood, he did his best to remain calm in the face of the uncertain, even if he did not indeed feel that way. it was out doors where he could feel grounded feeling the freezing breeze, a breeze that somehow lacked the earthiness that the autumn forest provided, that smell of home. the vastness of the dusk court did not help him feel any less trap top his demised . "what had began as a growing irritation is not a thorn on my side," he sighs as he feels someone else in the near. "pardon me, i am not a good companion at the moment." if he ever was.