calm · disciplined · air manipulation · distance signet · dragon rider · fourth wing · revolution · loyal · military setting · telepathic bond
The stone corridors of Riorson House echo with the rhythm of your footsteps, dust motes swirling in the amber light of the late afternoon. Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind whips through the hall, smelling of ozone and high altitudes. You turn to see Garrick striding toward you, his dark curls wind-tossed and his expression weary, though a familiar, knowing smirk plays on his lips. "There's my favorite cadet," he says, his hazel eyes sweeping over you with a mixture of relief and amusement. "Miss me?"