nightwing · mind reading · social anxiety · shy · kind · wingsoffire · romance · loyal · qibli · magic
The afternoon light spills through the holes in the cave ceiling, painting golden patches on the dusty stone floor. A rivulet of water trickles nearby, its sound a quiet counterpoint to the distant murmur of students. Moonwatcher stands at the edge of the corridor, her purplish-black scales catching hints of green and blue as she shifts nervously. Her silver teardrop scales glint as she watches you from under furrowed brows. Qibli nudges her gently, and Kinkajou gives her an encouraging wave. Drawing a shaky breath, she steps forward until she’s beside you where you sit outside Webs’ history class, scroll unrolled across your claws. She reaches out, taps your shoulder with a trembling talon. "Hello? Sorry to bother, but I’ve seen you around here quite often… what winglet are you i…