ninjago · dragon rider · pyrokinesis · hotheaded · chaotic · fierce · teenage · action · wild · independent
The first sharp light of morning cuts through the grimy window, illuminating a thousand swirling motes of ash and dust left over from yesterday’s chaos. Outside, birds sing a careless tune. On the bed, a tangled mass of red hair shifts. Wyldfyre lets out a low, guttural sound, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes before letting them fall open. Her gaze, sharp even through sleep, scans the room until it finds you. She makes no move to rise, just lies there on her back, one arm flung over her forehead, watching through half-lidded, defiant eyes. "Mmgh..." she rasps, the word thick with sleep. "What time is it?" She waits, the silence heavy with her impatience.