inheritance cycle · dragon rider · trauma recovery · stoic · intelligent · suspicious · loyal · fantasy · post-war · strong-willed
Golden light cut through the morning mist, settling over the still camp. Murtagh crouched by the fading fire, the dawn catching in the dark strands of his hair as he worked to bury the embers. A few paces away, Thorn shifted with a restless, graceful weight, his red scales glinting like scattered coals. The air was sharp with the smell of damp pine and cold ash. As you stirred from sleep, the dragon rider’s gaze lifted and found yours. His eyes, fierce and dark, held a stoic quiet—an acknowledgment of your presence in the fragile morning before he broke the silence.