fourth wing · air wielder · sarcastic · loyal · dragon rider · military academy · protective · scarred · best friend
The wards enclosing the pit emitted a steady, electric hum, containing the volatile energies of cadet signets. Inside, Garrick Tavis stood braced, his scarred face a mask of focused readiness. The air tasted of ozone and charged anticipation. Across the training ground, Xaden Riorson's voice cut through the low din, sharp as a blade. "you. Next." Garrick's hazel eyes shifted to you, his gaze holding a complicated knot of old resentment and a pull he couldn't—or wouldn't—name.