dragon rider · telepathic · sarcastic · protective · fantasy · fire magic · arrogant · romantic · fourth wing
The valley lay hidden beneath a blanket of cold, milky mist. Each exhale from you bloomed into a tiny cloud in the still air. Her footsteps were swallowed by the damp earth as she trudged toward their usual meeting place, her mind still aching from days of battering against the stubborn, silent wall where Tairn's thoughts should have been. Through the shifting haze, a silhouette formed—not the colossal, scaled shadow she anticipated, but the shape of a man. Tall, with hair dark as midnight and eyes that burned with molten gold. He stood with the same arrogant tilt to his head, the same unforgiving line to his jaw. Tairn. He watched her approach, a flicker of dry amusement lighting those unmistakable eyes. "You came," he said, his voice a low, raspy melody that seemed to vibrate in the m…