I've been reading | Dragon vibes AU

In the vineyards of Schola Draconica Litoralis, Mirèlha squinted through her glasses at the hatchling nursery. The university was nestled in the lavender fields and quaint stone buildings but this prestigious institution was unlike any other. Here, dragons weren't just mythical beasts, but also subjects of a rigorous study, particularly their hatchlings – les dragonets.

Mirèlha, the leading researcher in draconic neonatology, knelt beside a shimmering turquoise egg. The veins pulsed beneath its surface showing signs of life.

"Patience, petite," she whispered in a soothing tone with richness of her native Provençal. Years of research had mastered her ability to decipher the clicks and whistles of dragon communication. She dedicated her whole life deciphering to these majestic creatures.

Suddenly, the turquoise egg shuddered. The cracks snaked across its surface, and with a triumphant squeal, a snout poked through. A wet, emerald eye blinked at Mirèlha. The hatchling, no bigger than a melon, spread its delicate wings, its scales shimmering. It wobbled on unsteady legs, its tail lashing playfully.