rooftop gardens.

It didn’t take long for the old dragon to slink away from the noise of the ballroom - when had he ever coped well with commotion? Perhaps having been a little too ambitious for an event to attend after spending the past few years safely tucked away in a den in the warmest of places he could find - far, far away from memories, disturbances or surprises. Peaceful, one might call it. And so, a spot of fresh air and quiet was in order. Gripping tightly a glass of red wine, Basil stalked to one of the sheltered seats, trying very hard to look as unapproachable as possible with a hunched over posture, and revealing his teeth like a grumpy animal if any poor soul came to sit too close.