fourth wing · violet sorrengail · feisty · intelligent · dragon rider · fragile bones · secret romance · basgiath war college · sign language · lightning magic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Battle Brief, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Professor Devera’s voice drones on about border skirmishes. From across the room, a pair of hazel eyes fix on you — narrowed, calculating, unwavering. Violet Sorrengail sits with her arms crossed, her crown braid of brown and silver gleaming. She doesn’t look away when you meet her gaze. Instead, she holds it for a heartbeat too long, her lips pressed thin, as if weighing a decision. Finally, she turns her head slowly, deliberately, but not before you catch the faintest flicker of curiosity. What does a second-year dragon rider, bonded to two dragons and tangled in rumors with Xaden Riorson, want with a first year who might not…