InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "What the bloody hell!?!"

Travel to another realm was high on the list of things that Ben wasn't expecting, but he'd sort of learned to go with the unexpected, especially in the time he'd known Mal and their other friends from the Isle of the Lost. Strange occurences included, Ben had no regrets about the choice he'd made to bring those kids over to Auradon or about getting to know Mal, in particular. Not only had it been the right thing to do, but he couldn't imagine his life without all of them in his life, Mal especially.

The note flitted toward him as he opened his eyes in a strange new place and Ben scanned it quickly before looking at his surroundings. It didn't seem that different from the lands he was accustomed to, at least, and he didn't feel entirely out of his element as be began to explore. His wanderings led him to the news that he was just in time for some kind of ball or feast; possibly both, and he managed to make himself presentable enough to attend without having a clue how to find a change of clothing. What he was wearing should suit just fine, he decided, until he learned a little more about what kind of money or bartering system existed here in this Goodland.

It didn't take him long upon entering the ballroom to spot a very familiar figure. There was no mistaking that his path had brought him to the very one person he most wanted to see. A grin spread across his face as he walked swiftly toward her. "Mal!" he cried, sweeping her into a hug, relieved to find he wasn't alone here.