The days at Dragon Academy settled into a rhythm, each one brimming with lessons, practice, and the subtle magic of camaraderie. Morning light spilled through high windows and open courtyards, illuminating stone walkways etched with dragon motifs and gardens where elemental energy seemed to hum in the air.
Students from both academies moved together naturally now, finding allies and friends among the dragonshifters and each other. Lira noticed familiar faces in classes and training sessions, the cheerful Kaelen, who still splashed water carelessly but laughed every time he misjudged it; Syra, her fire dancing in controlled bursts, teasing and encouraging classmates; and other students whose names she learned slowly but whose skills fascinated her.
