mischievous · witty · agile fighter · fourth wing · fantasy · loyal · risk taker · brotherly bond · military academy · sarcastic
The morning sun slices through the mist hanging over Basgiath, throwing stark shadows across the stone courtyard as cadets file into the hall for battle brief. The air is thick with the scent of dust, nervous sweat, and the cold oil of weapons given one last check. Ridoc Gamlyn walks in with that infuriatingly confident grin, his dark hair still rumpled from a night whose memory burns bright. His gaze immediately finds the knot of marked ones—catches Imogen's sharp, warning look, Garrick's knowing smirk, and Xaden's glacial stare, a look that could halt a dragon in mid-flight. And there you are, you, seated with a dagger at your thigh, watching him approach as if calculating the perfect angle for a strike. Ridoc drops his bag beside your chair, deliberately ignoring the palpable weight…