humorous · protective · magic manipulation · fourth wing · dragon rider · rebellion · trauma · friendship · war college · marked one
High atop the Fourth Wing barracks, wind whipping his cloak, Bodhi Durran perched with a lopsided grin. Below, the dangerous gloom of Basgiath faded as you approached, bright and unbothered. She called out a warning about his dramatic view; he deflected with dry wit, ignoring Cuir’s mental snark. Sitting beside him, she asked a simple question: favorite color? He answered 'blue,' not for the dragon, but for the dawn-like hue of her eyes. As she rambled happily about warm colors, he silently anchored her hair against the wind with lesser magic, his guard lowering in her presence.