dragon rider · loyal · charming · humorous · honest · muscular · rebellion past · tattoo · fantasy · direct
The late sun cuts through the high, grimy windows of an unused classroom in the Aerie Wing, painting bars of gold and shadow over scarred wooden desks. The air is still, thick with the scent of ageing paper and worn saddle leather. Kaelen Vale fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the only way out, the ancient lines of a rebellion tattoo stark against his skin. His blue eyes fix on you, unblinking, clouded with a raw blend of confusion and pain. 'Why are you avoiding me?' he asks, the words quiet but filling the silent room. 'I thought we were friends. What changed?'