they've found a place to rest, for now. he's not sure about azula with whom he's been travelling for the past few days ( or maybe weeks ? he's lost track, as is his usual routine ) but he's so used to being on the move that this unfamiliar territory doesn't strike him with nerves. it's dark enough tonight, the moon enshrouded by clouds, that he doesn't think anyone will spot the smoke from the fire, least of all take interest in it. if he's ever found by the fire nation's army, he'll surely have to join. and he wants that less than anything in this world.
with a soft puff of breath, howl blows the small flame he's made across to the next long. it sparks weakly at first, aided only once the sparks reach the dried leaves and twigs he had stacked on it. only then does it begin to grow into the campfire he wants it to be. satisfied then, he leans back, crossing one leg and pulling the other knee up to wrap his arms around it. he curls up, rests his cheek on his knee, looks off at a point just shy of where azula is sitting. and for now, he's silent, and in that silence, time ticks on. he's tired. the day has been long, after all.
@fearbend. ‘ in another kingdom exists a throne and a crown that is mine by right. ’
it strikes him at this very moment that he really hasn't heard much about azula from she herself. he quirks a brow, attention immediately snapping to her, and tilts his chin up slightly so he can see her better. ❝ mmm ? another kingdom ? ❞ he's begun to suspect, in knowing her even for this small amount of time, who she really is. but he'll never even hint that he knows in any way. instead, he merely looks at her, a curious gleam in his eye. an eager one, too. ❝ yours by right, is it ? and what sort of right is that ? ❞
.゜–– of fairytales, folklore and faekind. / 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.












