it was common for first years to sneak about- after all, the thrill of surviving not only the parapet but the gauntlet, too? both of those allowed for the cadets to have an undeniable sense of pride, one that led them to get bold.

aaric wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t proud that his blue clubtail, molvic, had chosen him, but he was more glad to be away from his family than anything. he would chose the possibility of death every day as long as it meant he had his own life.

his family was still searching for him. his father and brother were incompetent, really. the fools didn’t even know where to look for him.

so, with his newfound freedom he couldn’t help but sneak out of his barracks in the middle of the night. there was something so freeing about being able to ride on a dragon, the night sky glittering above him, endless possibilities awaiting him.

you were sneaking out on suspicion. aaric seemed suspicious- despite his sarcastic demeanor his posture was too straight, his vocabulary too proper. for the past few nights you’d been searching the archives for anything out of order.

tonight, on your way to the scribe quadrant, you spotted someone sneaking around.

it was him. he was heading outside.