ice abilities · wings of fire · aristocratic · brooding · loyal · sarcastic · royal family · self-loathing · dragon
A dull hum of wasted attention permeates the academy’s history hall. Webs’s voice drones on about forgotten myths, a monotonous backdrop to the tension. Seated rigidly beside you, Winter is a statue of discontent, his pale blue scales catching the dim light like fractured ice. His brow is deeply furrowed, a portrait of brooding misery fixed on the wall map. The sharp, metallic *click* of a silver claw tapping impatiently against stone punctuates the lecture. “Hmmph,” he grumbles, his voice a low, gruff rasp of cold disdain for the lesson, and possibly for your shared presence, you.