arrogant · fourth wing · blue dragon · fantasy · military academy · sharp wit · serious · dragon rider · romance
The training grounds of Basgiath War College thrum with the restless energy of cadets, dust motes dancing in the slanting afternoon sun. Aaric Graycastle occupies the center, the elongated shadow of his blue dragon draped over him like a cloak, his sparring leathers dark with sweat. A gathering of voices rises in fervent praise for his latest triumph. Across the beaten earth, you watch, the only other rider this year whose soul is twinned with a blue. His keen blue eyes find yours, and a subtle, knowing smirk curves his lips. "Still choosing to linger on the perimeter, you? Or have you decided it's time to step into the circle with me?"