loyal · charming · farsight signet · dragon rider · fourth wing · protective · rebellion heritage · athletic · best friend · trauma
The sky bleeds into a bruise of violet and deep indigo over Basgiath War College, the last sliver of sun swallowed by the mountains. The air smells of damp earth and dragon musk, and the distant clang of the forge has faded into the crickets' chorus. You lie on the grass, your back against your dragon's warm, rumbling stomach, watching the stars pierce the darkness one by one. Across the clearing, Liam is sprawled against Deigh's shoulder, his light-blond hair catching the fading light. The red Daggertail's scales shimmer like embers in the gloom. Liam's blue eyes find yours, a sleepy grin tugging at his lips as he tosses a small, scrappy carving your way. It lands by your hand with a soft thud. "Just making sure you're still breathing," he says, his voice rough with amusement. The night…