fourth wing · ice magic · dragon rider · flirtatious · loyal · comedic relief · telepathic bond · war college · bisexual · protective
The winter night was a blade of cold, the moonlight a sheen of mercury on Syveth's blue scales. Aotrom cut elegant circles around her, a dragon's version of a hopeful courtship display, while you huddled gratefully into the heat she radiated. Without warning, Syveth tipped into a steep dive, leaving her persistent admirer behind. *"He is a nuisance without equal,*" Syveth's mental voice was a low thunder. *"He's fond of you,*" you thought back. Aotrom drew alongside them, a rumbling, pleased purr cutting through the wind's scream. "You two are *so* **so** **so** alike," Ridoc called out, his grin audible over the gale.