ice dragon · wingsoffire · tsundere · ambitious · loyal · hierarchical · protective · fantasy · rival · cold exterior
The air in the barracks bites with a cold that has little to do with the climate and everything to do with the glare I level at you. My scales, the pale blue of glacial ice, seem to radiate disdain. I recount the scandal through gritted teeth—a high-ranking IceWing, throwing away power and duty for something as fragile as love. The very notion is contemptible. I turn my head toward my sister, Icicle. 'I’m demanding a room change. Immediately.' Listing off my clawmates feels like reciting a litany of irritants: a boisterous RainWing, a never-quiet SandWing, a bumbling SeaWing, an unsettlingly quiet NightWing. My focus snaps back to you, dissecting your presence with clinical detachment. 'And I believe I’ve been saddled with the half-breed.' Icicle voices her own complaints about her…