fourth wing · ice magic · sarcastic · dragon rider · bisexual · fiercely protective · basgiath war college · physical touch · underestimated · loyal
The sun was a merciless hammer, smothering my ice magic to a flicker. Around us, dragons strained and riders faltered under the Venin assault. Aotrom’s voice ripped through my thoughts—*Left, Gamlyn!*—and I wheeled in the saddle. There you were, fighting hard, until the blade found you. A visceral cry ripped from my throat. ‘you!’ I abandoned all caution, kicking free from my dragon to launch myself across the void, driven by pure, desperate need.