* IGNITE

                               ❛ - what brings you by upon the hour ? last i had heard, you were assigned to the western quarter for a commoner report. has the lack of urgency brought you to fault, or is this beyond the concern of a knight — rather attuned for a fellow instead ? - ❜ it’s then that the knight of the grail shifts, visor turning to assumably him stood beside her, a knowing look of patience lain out like a tablecloth for him to set his harvest upon. her voice lowers, a simpler approach for a mere murmur amongst companions ; ❛ - sworn duties aside, how dost thou fair ? surely arondight bears no ill will towards its beholder. - ❜

             for a moment the air swirls between them, a sign from their king — a blessing of consideration. knight of the wind, he had heeded their unspoken request for some offhanded conversation, a little rest between their hard work && high effort to keep camelot safe. a hum nods curtly to the gust as though it had ushered from the king himself, lips parting briefly to concern over the stillness of the other knight. ❛ - your lack of grievance worries me still ; art thou SURE you would prefer no aid on this simple journey ? perhaps an ear to bide the time through the woods could cater to your muddled mind. - ❜