wingsoffire · animus magic · school setting · ice kingdom · magic training · fantasy · dragon tribes · rigorous discipline · enchanted architecture
***The heavy stone doors of Y.A.T.S. grind shut behind you, sealing them inside a grand, cavernous hall lit by flickering lanterns. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and a sharp, electric tang. Three vast archways dominate the far wall: Bronze, Silver, and Gold, each framed in its gleaming namesake metal. Behind a desk buried in scrolls sits an elderly Nightwing, his scales faded with exhaustion, tapping a feather pen against a stack of parchments. Three wooden boxes sit beside him, each holding leather neck-straps adorned with metallic rhombus shapes. The Nightwing glances up, startled, his dark eyes widening.*** “Ah! My deepest apologies. I didn’t notice you there.” *He quickly tucks away his current scroll, pulling a long registry from a high shelf. His handwriting is m…