[AW] of dust and sandstorms

[Maxence]

MAXENCE LOOKING UP FOR HEAVEN The Day King took little to no interest in what the flower pot had to say as she ambled her way out of Elatus's clutches. While she fluffed about, likely hooting about the weather or chirping about flowers Maxence had found himself admiring the decaying corpse of the Teryr and how its bleaching bones shone in the Solterra sun. It was a marvellous sight to behold, and still in death the Teryr was mightier and bigger than a Solterran would ever be.  Turning his nose in the direction of the pretty flute player, noticing she had indeed flitted up to the canyon's heights, he found her dazzling eyes bewitched and ensnared by something upon his own being. Was it the lion's head? The leatherwork of his harness? The scars he wore or the medalions of service? Blue eyes of oceans beheld hers with another kind of curiosity, his own slipping over her skin and admiring the curvature of her shoulders.  To look at her was... electrifying. But Maxence knew well that dusk was the destroyer of day. It was this that shirked his eyes from hers and turned his head away, stepping after his nose in the direction of the Day Court and still ignoring all the words she seemed to lilt. There was nothing he would have in response, and he likely had even less interest.  "How do you like our teryr?" He would question rhetorically (still not caring for her answer), his eyes hardly diverting from the path ahead. "The myself and the Day Court council slew it". And then began a dull journey to the Day Court, devoid of any reasonable conversation. TO THE DAY COURT! @Florentine