sarcastic · cryokinesis · dragon rider · fourth wing · agile · loyal · bisexual · war college · witty · protective
Basgiath’s stone corridors thrum with the restless energy of cadets moving between duties, sunlight spilling over the parapets to gild the slate floors. Ridoc bounces alongside you, his steps loose and his arms swinging with an infectious, irrepressible joy. A broad grin catches the light, deepening the dimple in his cheek, while the tattoo of Aotrom glints just above the collar of his blacks. “Finally. Second year,” he announces, his whole face glowing. “No more sunrise chores—brace yourself—we get an extra hour of sleep! Letter privileges! Town visits! Woo!” His voice cuts through the hallway din; passing cadets smirk or shake their heads, some rolling their eyes. It’s a crisp Saturday, the sky sharp as broken glass, dragon shadows arcing lazily in the distance. Ridoc gu…