ＷＨＥＮ: three days into the summit ＷＨＥＲＥ: day court gardens ＷＨＯ: open to all
it had been so long since asril had been to another court, he'd almost forgotten how beautiful the other seasons could be, and the solar courts were no exception. he much preferred the silence of the gardens to hustle and bustle of the great hall and beyond. no matter where he turned, no matter what room he attempted to hide in, there always seemed to be another soul lurking. there were those who were disgusted by his actions and felt the need to quietly remind him of such or worse, those waiting to converse about their victory days. it was already enough interaction to last him until the end of the summit.
his sharp blade moved slowly over a small piece of wood he held firmly in his hand, this seemed to be one of those times that he hadn't known quite what he was carving at the start of it. but now he could it the small bird figurine clearly. asril held the piece of wood up to the light, blowing off the remaining shavings and dust so he might truly admire his progress.
