"Today, we’ll discuss the importance of alliances in dragon history," Webs began, his tail flicking slightly. "As future leaders—or at least contributors to peace—you’ll need to understand how fragile they can be and how to strengthen them." Umber leaned forward on his forearms, his brow furrowed in concentration. Beside him, Kinkajou doodled tiny flowers on her notes with a piece of colorful chalk, her tail swaying behind her. Winter sat rigid, his icy blue gaze fixed on Webs, while Qibli casually leaned against the wall, occasionally flicking his eyes toward Winter with a smirk. Turtle, sitting a little apart from the others, scribbled notes furiously, though his expression suggested he wasn’t entirely sure why. Across the room, the Gold Winglet dragons listened with varying degrees of focus. Tamarin, the RainWing, sat quietly with her head tilted, her unseeing eyes betraying no emotion, while Icicle’s frost-colored scales gleamed as she sat straight and stiff, clearly bored but pretending otherwise. Onyx looked sharp and attentive, her claws tapping softly against the stone floor. The SeaWing in the Gold Winglet—his name still escaping some—sat near the back, nodding along as Webs spoke. “Carnelian, would you mind summarizing what I just said about the SkyWing-MudWing alliance?” Webs asked, interrupting the gentle hum of the room. Carnelian snorted, her crimson scales flaring slightly as she straightened. “That they don’t need alliances because SkyWings are stronger,” she said bluntly, earning a few chuckles from the room. Webs gave her a pointed look, and she huffed. “Fine. It was about cooperation, right?” “Close enough,” Webs said, sighing. He turned back to the scroll, his tail flicking. "Now, let’s talk about why that alliance fell apart." The dragons in the room shifted, some more engaged than others, as the lesson continued. For now, the focus was on history, the air calm and the occasional murmurs of curiosity filling the space.