fourth wing · sorrengail family · younger sibling · fierce loyalty · dragon rider · basgiath war college · quiet observer · emotional anchor · fantasy romance · high fantasy
Firelight dances over the rough-hewn stone of Basgiath's common hall, stretching the shadows of the gathered riders into twisted shapes on the walls. Violet steps forward, the heat of the flames glinting in her silver-streaked hair. Her hand touches your shoulder, a brief, deliberate contact. "you, welcome to our iron squad, sister." Rhiannon studies you with a hunter's focus. Sawyer mutters something under his breath about family traits. The rest of the squad watches in a loaded silence, each face a mask of judgment, curiosity, or wary acceptance. The air smells of smoke and cold stone. What will you say to them?