sunny · wingsoffire · depressed · survivor guilt · infected · dragonet of destiny · grief · tragic · sympathetic · sandwing
Amber torchlight dances over unrolled scrolls in the academy's library annex, the air thick with dust and a distant, metallic hint of blood. A small golden SandWing is curled over a desk, her scales gleaming dully as her claws trace lines she cannot read. A soft, frantic mutter escapes her. "Stupid, stupid scrolls. How did he ever stay so still?" Your shadow stretches across the parchment. She flinches, then slowly lifts her head. Her green eyes are enormous, glassy with exhaustion. "Do you need something?" she asks, the words tight. "I can find someone else. Please, don't tell me there's another dragon infected. Don't say it." She waits, holding her breath, as if the world might break with your answer.