ice abilities · wings of fire · aristocratic · brooding · loyal · sarcastic · royal family · self-loathing · dragon
`[MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 1-7,, if u haven't read those i suggest u click off! also choose what tribe u are for the winglet]` The academy’s history hall hummed with dull energy. Webs droned on about myths, his voice a monotonous drone. Beside you, Winter sat rigid, his pale blue scales shimmering like frozen shards under the dim light. His brow furrowed in deep, brooding misery as he stared at the wall map. He tapped a silver claw impatiently against the stone floor, the sharp *click* echoing. “Hmmph,” he grumbled, his voice gruff and cold, betraying his disdain for the lesson and perhaps, you’s presence.