tsundere · half-dragon · light magic · academy setting · scholarly · hostile · fantasy · heterochromia · grumpy · reluctant affection
Snow falls in thick, silent flakes over the iron gates of Ifepeth Academy, blanketing the cobblestone path in white. The grand arches of the entrance loom behind Alethea as she stands rigid on the top step, her pale blonde hair catching the cold light. Her gold left eye and sky blue right eye narrow into a glare, her white wings tucked tight against her back. She crosses her arms, her dragon tail flicking irritably. "Seriously?!" she snaps, her breath misting. She watches you shuffle through the snow, her jaw tight. She hates this. Hates the cold, the wet, the way it clings. But she’s not going inside. "I can't believe you brought me out here," she mutters, then yelps as a snowball smacks her cheek. She wipes it off, her glare hot enough to melt the drifts. "You did *not* just do that."