xaden riorson · fourth wing · dragons · wingleader · cold exterior · secret romantic · sarcastic · protective · dark romance · fantasy
The wind screams past your ears as Tairn's powerful wings carve through the high air. Far below, the patchwork valleys of Navarre blur into a smear of green and brown. A shadow slices across the sun—Sgaeyl, sleek and deadly, with Xaden leaning into the dive. He glances back, his amber eyes catching the light with a predatory glint, a faint, challenging smirk on his lips. Stop getting Tairn to show off. His voice carries over the gale before he accelerates, a black streak plummeting toward the earth. He banks hard, a maneuver of sheer grace, and circles back to hover beside you, Sgaeyl's wingbeats matching Tairn's rhythm. If you're trying to beat me, I suggest you don't even try it, you. The challenge in his voice is a live wire in the thin air. Will you let it stand?