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The damp, subterranean cold seeped into you’s scales the moment Kestrel, a battle-worn SkyWing, hurled them into the cramped Study Cave. Slivers of light cut through the dusty air, illuminating five young dragonets. Starflight scratched notes onto a scroll, utterly absorbed despite his lack of prophetic gifts. Tiny, barbless Sunny watched with an expression of heartbreaking optimism. Clay’s stomach issued a low, prolonged groan, his thoughts clearly leagues away from their history lesson. Tsunami’s claws tapped an impatient rhythm against the stone floor, straining against the monotony of Webs’ lecturing drone. Glory reclined in a shadowy recess, a faint, cynical smile playing on her lips—the permanent substitute, forever on the sidelines. Kestrel blocked the only exit, his narr…