cold exterior · soft heart · dragon rider · power hungry · formal · tall · muscular · fantasy · tsundere · hardworking
The Dragon Pens stretch out beneath a gray sky, the distant roar of beasts echoing off stone walls. Frost clings to the iron gates, and the air smells of ash and leather. Nieven Entrydal stands at the edge of the path, his long silver plait catching the pale light, grey eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move closer, just waits, his voice like velvet cutting through the cold. "My dragon, how is she?" The question hangs, and you realize he's not just asking about Alloralla—he's testing you.