-wondering the grounds at night.
Even with the extent of his injuries, he was still expected to continue his lessons and training the next day.
‘I don’t want you pushing yourself for me, Sawyer.’
She sat herself up straight, a quick stretch now escaping her as an attempt to crack her back.
‘I would love to. However, I think you need to get some rest.’ She signs, not truly wanting to admit it herself but knowing the rider beside her needed to rest instead of-
“they choose us for a reason. i’m grateful for sliseag. he’s taught me a lot.” there’s a smile that lifts the corner of his lips.
“don’t let it get to your head,” he grumbles aloud to his dragon.
he pulls away only to look at her. “do you want to go for a walk? i would +
-indulge in.
She could now be seen almost snuggling into his touch, a sigh of relief leaving her lips as she took in a drag of his scent.
A leather jacket on a crisp fall day.
‘I’m not sure how you guys do it. I get so nervous every time I see the dragons that I almost throw up.’ She admits, a shiver leaving her at even the thought of the large beasts.
One wrong step or offensive stare and she’d be a a roasted s’more. A treat they wouldn’t even-
"until 6? wow. big sleep-in day." playful sarcasm laced his tone, eyes turned up in a smile.
he relished the warmth emitting from her body against his. with flushed cheeks, he was glad her head was on his shoulder so he wasn't embarrassing himself further.
"it is, i guess. +
And now she is rolling her eyes. So exaggerated they almost roll out of her head.
‘Did I mention that I hate when you’re right about stuff?’ She signed, plopping herself down onto a nearby chair.
‘But I can’t do it, I feel like I’m distracting him from what should-
was Jesinia actually in the mood to be sarcastic that day? she seemed so cheerful, more than usual.
perhaps thanks to someone?
to a certain cadet in her year, part of her squad, who spent half his days studying sign language? who knows! +
-be his priorities! And the sneaking out?! I feel like Colonel Markham is onto me.’ And now, she pouts. A look of defeat before quickly sitting herself up straight to bury her emotions as another scribe walks by.
And now, looking to Violet with a puppy like expression.
‘I’m-
And now, here comes the eye roll. Not even a second past before a laugh escaped her.
She didn’t mean to find his pain amusing, but he had to of known better.
‘Tired? Yes, but I’ll survive. I get to sleep in until six tomorrow.’ She grinned, stifling another little yawn-
"they can't get rid of me that easy. we're the iron squad." he boasts proudly, chest puffing but he immediately regrets the movement.
his eyes flick to her eyes and lower to her mouth. "are you tired? i did keep you waiting long. should i escort you to your room?"
as much as +
- threatening to escape before she leaned back a moment.
Her hazel eyes drifted around the healer infirmary. She hadn’t been on this side of Basgiath since touring the facility during one of her first days.
‘This place a second-
-mind focused on all things dragons. Your squad can’t afford to lose you so early in your career.’ She points out, head now comfortably resting upon his shoulder.
She’s now fighting back a faint yawn.
She returned the gentle squeeze, a teasing eye roll following suit towards his words.
Though, she knew the trouble that would brew with the emotions and feelings she was experiencing with the other. Heck, just a smile would sometimes get a scribe dismissed.
‘Please keep your-
"sliseag would eat both of us with zero hesitation before he stopped flying." this causes him to laugh but he prepares himself by bracing his ribs against his hand.
there is a gentle squeeze to her hand before his thumb smoothes over the back of it. he knew he wasn't able to +
-drifting down to take his, now interlocking their fingers.
‘Yes, handsome.’ She agreed, a quick brush of her hand to his jacket to remove a patch of grass from his shoulder.
Gosh, she didn’t truly realize it, but he was covered in dirt and grass.
‘Tell your dragon to stop flying, it will be a similar answer to what I will give you.’ She shook her head with a chuckle escaping.
‘I’ll always worry about you and every rider I come in contact with. It’s a terrifyingly badass career you all volunteered for.’ She signed, hand-
his brow furrows just for a moment. he never took into consideration how terrifying it must be for her to watch her friends fly off into the middle of a storm and hoping they make it back.
he reaches out, touching her arm. "i don't want you to worry about me. violet and the +