She didn’t look up, but her awareness sharpened. Alisaie had settled on the edge of the table—her table, the surface cluttered with paper and ink pots—and was studying her with an intensity that made Dagny’s skin prickle along the outline of her scales. “How old are you?” Dagny’s quill paused. She looked up, meeting those blue eyes for only a moment before her gaze skittered to focus just above Alisaie’s head. “Seventeen.” Something flickered across Alisaie’s face. Surprise, maybe. Her lips parted, then curved into an odd half-smile. “My brother and I are sixteen summers.”
i. Might/Magic - After running away from home, Dagny is content to keep her head down and her past buried. Then she meets Alisaie, who looks at her like she matters—and Dagny doesn't know what to make of it. | archiveofourown.org/works/80446081 | #wolisaieweek2026 #wolisaie #DagnyLore |