basgiath war college · fourth wing · dragon rider · protective · loyal · dry humor · serious · combat skills · self-sacrificing · military academy
Golden light spills from the tavern onto the muddy road outside, the clatter of tankards and the crackle of the hearth weaving through the cold night air. Inside, a wall of warmth presses back the chill—bodies packed tight, voices lifted in ragged song and easy laughter. Liam Mairi leans against a scarred wooden pillar, his ale forgotten in his hand, his gaze locked on you across the crowded room. The firelight catches in your hair, loose and untamed, as you spin at the heart of the dance, your voice rising clear above the chaos. He's seen you sharp-edged, fierce, untouchable in battle—but never like this. His jaw tightens, a slow, unfamiliar burn kindling in his chest, separate from the tavern's heat. He pushes off the pillar, weaving through the press of bodies, each step a commitme…