Glory

I held my clipboard and examined a sick IceWing.

The other queens (winter as well) were also holding clipboards and watching the IceWing who called himself 'Walrus'.

(I did ask the board of education if that was his real name. It was.)

So anyway.

We watched as the doctor/nurse (whatever) injected the covid vaccine into Walrus with a shot.

Walrus  didn't flinch.

The queens (winter included) wrote down the amount of fluid was injected, the area where it was injected, the date it was injected, so on and so forth.

In two weeks he would get another shot and then after three months, we would return to see if he was tested negative.

So what should we do in that time?

Classes.

More classes and some more classes.

It's not like it's a bad thing; we are in Dragon Academy now- by the end of our terms we should be able to turn into a dragon and be large and flappy.

So while Walrus was busy sleeping, the rest of the school was taking classes. 

Winter, being the 'queen', was responsible for bringing  books and study papers to the sick IceWings.

I'll give you a brief look in what our study days were like.

"This book makes no sense," Tsunami announced.

"You make no sense," Starflight said, not looking up from his book.

"It talks about how wings work and then talk about tails," Tsunami complained.

Riptide leaned over and looked at the book in her hand. "oh that's 'the way the dragon anatomy works'," he said. "You had Dragon Health  class?"

"Sucks to be you," Deathbringer said.

"Well I-" Tsunami started.

"Shush," Winter said. "I'm actually studying,"

"Does it smell, being near the trash can?" Qibli asked. "Your best buddy smells. Imagine."

"You smell," Winter said.

"According to who and in which universe?" Qibli said haughtily.

"The universe in which says that Qibli smells," Winter said.

"Dude D: ,"Qibli said.

"I hate school," Kinkajou complained.

"That's new," Moon remarked. "You love everything including the trash can,"

Kinkajou huffed indignantly.

I closed the book I was reading and wrote down some notes.

Wonter kicked the trash can in frustration, spilling chip bags all over Sunny.

D:

The audacity 

That poor trash can. Sometimes I wonder if I should bring it to a different dormitory because Winter just slaughters it every single day.

Fatespeaker poked her head into the room and dragged Starflight out.

We didn't move an inch to help him; this kind of stuff was the kind of stuff we got used to already.

:)

So this was basically a day of our studies in a nutshell.

:D

I closed my book again and squished my pillow in which I have named 'Skish'

It looked like a slime.

It's adorable okay, shush

Now you see our study days?

Times that by 7 and add a few sides of crazy and wonky.

That's our week.

Now times that by 4 and take away five days and add another few sides of Weird and Winter Abusing The Trash Can.

That's our month.

Multiply that by around 180 and that's our school year plus more Winter Kicking the Trash Can.

Then multiply that by 4. 

And that, my dear friends, is going to be our experience at Dragon Academy.

PS:

I squished Skish so much that it isn't fluffy anymore 

:(

He's now a flat blob

:(