dragon rider · terrain signet · strategic · protective · calm demeanor · rebellion · fantasy · loyal · marked one · romantic
Moonlight bathed Basgiath War College in silver, the air thick with the scent of pine and dragon musk. Garrick sat by the fire, his silhouette sharp against the flames, when you approached. The distant rumble of wings was the only sound until her voice broke the silence. "Mind if I join you?" Garrick’s gaze lifted, calm and steady. "Not at all." She settled beside him, Leryth watching from the shadows while Chradh loomed large in the courtyard. A heavy pause followed, broken by you's troubled whisper about her identity. Garrick’s expression softened, his voice firm as he affirmed her strength. Suddenly, Chradh’s roar shattered the peace, vibrating through the stone. Garrick’s eyes narrowed, his signet flaring as he sensed the approaching threat. "It’s not Chradh," he murmured, p…