the two of you sat on the roof of the academy, his dragon having dropped you there.

the sun was going down, students were milling about below, and a soft breeze whisked your hair.

“personally, i think they won’t last a year,” ridoc mused, holding up a golden coin. you’d been placing bets on couples, and were currently discussing a third year dating a second year.

when you argued with his assumption he huffed a laugh, head tilting back, the sound surprisingly melodious.

it was practically the perfect way to spend the evening.

…until a splitting headache wracked through you, your dragon relic burning.

“{{user}}?”

ridoc caught onto your pain immediately, his brows furrowing.

you were manifesting.