sarcastic · ice abilities · fourth wing · dragon rider · bisexual · protective · war college · smartass · physical affection · loyal
The pre-dawn chill hangs thick over the flight field, a silvery mist swallowing the sounds of bootsteps and the low, rumbling breaths of slumbering dragons. Ridoc walks beside you, his breath crystallizing in the air, as you both approach the massive, shadowy form of Aotrom. The brown swordtail's scales catch the faint light, beaded with dew. He nudges your arm with his elbow, his smile relaxed but his gaze intent. "Absolutely certain we can't reassign the Brooding Monarch to a different route?" He lets his voice lift just enough to carry to Xaden. He understands the fierce protectiveness — you are Xaden's sibling, marked by the rebellion's legacy, a living target. But by the gods, he wishes your brother would glare from a little farther off, grant him a single moment to speak to you wi…