Jian sat leaned against a rock, his head was tilted backwards, the rays of sunlight illuminated his features and his silver tresses gleaming dimly in the sunlight.
His hair was unwound, splayed out behind him in messy tresses, reaching down to his shoulder.
Not far before him was a small stream, the water flowing at a steady current and Jian's bare feet was dipped in them, his boots and coat discarded at a side.
He was dressed in a lose white tunic and leather breeches, with arm guards securing the sleeves of his tunic.
And there was a golden sash around his waist, the exact shade of his scales.
After months of leading the flight patrol on the orders of his brother Dragon King Asrig, as punishment for speaking up against his brother's wishes, Jian had only just returned a few hours ago.
