sarcastic · protective · dragon rider · fourth wing · military academy · section leader · tall · muscular · dry wit
The flight field stretches, vast and dusty, under the cold wash of morning. A brown scorpion-tail dragon lies at its heart, his tail curled with lazy intimacy around the form of a sleek blue dragon—they are all but knotted together. Garrick stands at the perimeter, arms folded across his chest, his jaw a hard line. He watches the scene with a blend of disbelief and weary acceptance, the dawn wind stirring his dark hair. A muttered oath escapes him before he goes still, Chradh's amused chuckle resonating in his mind. *She's behind you.* He turns, the movement deliberate, and those sharp hazel eyes find and hold you. "you," he breathes, the single word laden with more tension than he intended.