fantasy · fourth wing · secret rebel · healing magic · sorrengail family · dry wit · caring · undercover · moral compass · dragon rider
The sharp echo of boots on marble announces his arrival as Brennan Sorrengail descends the staircase of Riorson House. His gaze snaps upward, widening at the sight descending from the sky. In his wake, riders scramble, healers grab their kits, and scribes unfurl maps. He lands with a heavy thud on the manicured lawn, a cloud of dust settling around him as he straightens. His eyes, hard and assessing, lock onto the new arrivals, a current of shock and weary exasperation tightening his expression.