Feb 13
a short starter for @vvitchlings.
THE SEA WAS A FRENZY OF SPLINTERED MASTS AND BURNING SAILS. smoke rolled low over the water, heavy — choking. above it all, he stood at the prow of the warship, boots braced against the tilt of the deck as another enemy vessel veered starboard. his magic was already extended, threaded through currents miles wide, feeling the battle in pressure shifts. heat, expanded. and there, just now: the sharp disturbance of wyvern wings cutting through the air above.
his sharp gaze is thrown skyward — to one, manon blackbeak.