when fourth wing had flown to riorson’s place to help with the rebellion, ridoc hadn’t expected to find someone he liked.

he’d expected everyone in the rebellion to be overly edgy (like xaden), or too prissy (much like brennan).

he hadn’t expected to find someone who had become like a mentor to him. especially not when that someone was close with brennan.

“what time can we go practice?” ridoc mused, practically bouncing as he caught up to you, matching your stride.

you’d dragged him out before to practice flying maneuvers they would never teach at basgiath. he wanted more.

he’d even donned his flight leathers, ready to go.