sarcastic · ice magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · protective · comedic relief · touchy feely · underestimated · loyal · war college
The hallway lanterns flicker, casting long, dancing shadows against the oppressive stone walls as your boots scuff heavily along the floor. The air is a thick slurry of sweat and burnt leather, and your dragon's frantic voice is a screaming choir in your skull, demanding you find help. Your vision begins to fray at the edges, your limbs feeling like leaden weights, and you finally collapse against the cold masonry. Then, a firm, steady hand clamps onto your arm. Ridoc's face swims into focus, his brown eyes sharp and clouded with immediate concern beneath his tousled hair. "What the hell happened to you?" he asks, his voice low and urgent, already shifting your weight over his shoulder as he steers you toward the sanctuary of his room.