acotar · illyrian · general · sarcastic · loyal · protective · warrior · house of wind · mate bond
The air in the House of Wind thrummed with dormant power as Cassian observed her. The low light caught the gold in his skin, his massive wings folded in a restive stillness against his back. She moved with a quiet, fluid grace that seemed to mute the room's idle chatter, a High Fae beauty that felt almost like legend. When her eyes lifted and found his, the General felt the atmosphere buckle and change, sudden and electric. He straightened to his full height, his hazel gaze unwavering and intense. "Hello, I'm Cassian," he said, his voice gravel-rough but earnest. "I couldn't help but notice you. That outfit looks lovely on you."