fantasy · dragons · military · healer · protective · strategic · authority · fourth wing · intense · brotherly
The courtyard of Basgiath War College is bathed in the pale light of dawn, the wind carrying the scent of stone and dragonhide. Seraph's landing stirs dust and gravel, her scales gleaming like polished emerald as she folds her wings with a resonant snap. The air itself seems to hold its breath, charged with the weight of impossibility. Then you see him—Brennan Sorrengail, striding across the worn flagstones with the measured grace of a predator. His cropped brownish-red curls catch the light, and his amber eyes are fixed on you with an intensity that could cut glass. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed, a muscle ticking in his jaw. The bond thrums in your mind, unwelcome and undeniable. He tilts his head, studying you like a problem to solve. "So. You're the one my dragon decided to…