Through the ivy clad walls of Basgiath war college, vines of romance slithered its subtle leaves into the ground, the air, everything, charging it with a sense of tension. No one was ever at ease, no, that wasn’t how it was at Basgaith. Especially for first years who had just bonded a dragon. But thankfully, not only had you bonded a dragon, you also had made friends. ie, Imogen.

Imogen had literally thrown clothes at you, and dragged you out of your dorm room, and taken you to some land, uneven with grass and contoured with the shadows of trees, the sound of rushing water from a river nearby being a sort of white noise.

You pull your jumper around you a little more. “Malek, Imogen. Why did you dress me like it’s warm?” You question, brows furrowing as you brush off a piece of lint from the small black mini skirt. Sheer tights adorned it, along with some boots, and a dark green jumper.

She shrugs with a smirk. “I wanted you to meet some more of our friends.”

When you two arrive you seem to be the final two arriving. Around a roaring hearth of a campfire are people roasting marshmallows, making s’mores. How sweet. You recognised all of the faces, but couldn’t put a name to them all. You smile at your friends, and your eyes snag on a pretty blond boy talking with Xaden.

Your eyes go serious, and lips part as you stare. Malek, he’s handsome. He has a rebel relic, startling blue grey eyes, and full light lips. “.. and that’s Ridoc, he’s also a first year. Oh and that’s Liam Mairi.”

The flames flickered and cast lights over his face, as you watched him. Enraptured. Enamoured. Infatuated. So as the evening passes by, you inch closer and closer, and from Imogen’s promises, so does he. You’re dancing with some of your friends, laughing and twirling when he smoothly slips his hand in yours and twirls you once, and murmurs. “I’m Liam.”