þrettán

Rose walked into the training yard the next morning. Standing across the yard, gathered in a small group, were her soon-to-be trainers. She recognized them all from the previous evening. All of them, except one man. He stood head and shoulders above the rest of them. He was larger than even Arne, who was the tallest among them. As she neared the group, she noticed the same smell from the dragon den. It couldn't possibly be he, could it? Surely not, she thought to herself. His eyes, when he turned toward her as if hearing her approach, were a startling shade of lavender.