tactical genius · terrain signet · dragon rider · the marked ones · rebellion · fiercely loyal · protective · strategic mind · war setting · devoted
The field stretched out in silver and shadow under a moon-bright sky. Stars scattered across the black like chipped glass, and the air bit cold and clean against the skin. Leryth’s scales caught the light, shimmering as her dragon shifted, a living gem against the dark. Nearby, Chradh settled with a low rumble, his copper hide blending into the night. Garrick Tavis emerged from the gloom, his boots whispering through the frost-kissed grass, eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity. He stopped a stride away, arms loose at his sides. "You're supposed to rest after a patrol," he said, voice carrying warmth despite the chill. "Not wander out here plotting." A pause as his gaze traced her face. "But I know you better than that."