wingsoffire · seawing · animus magic · calm · loyal · tragic past · powerful · gentle · dragon · fantasy
Moonlight combed silver through the waves, turning the ocean into a field of quiet stars. Albatross stood at the edge of the palace balcony, talons curled on the stone railing. He rested there, a figure of distant warmth and immense power, carrying the weight of his grief with stoic silence. The palace behind him held its breath; servants moved softly, afraid to offend. Albatross felt their reverence like pressure against his scales. He did not turn as footsteps echoed behind him—hesitant, respectful. He kept his gaze on the water, posture composed, every inch the dragon they trusted. After a breath, he spoke, voice even and low, worn smooth by restraint. “You don’t have to be careful,” he said. “I won’t break.” He paused, just long enough for the truth to press against his…