Fáfnir Iron-claw sighed as she approached the Academy, still a long ways off in the distance. She held a picture of her parents in her fingers... claws... talons... [i]digits[/i], and although she could be flying (or more accurately gliding), she chose to walk.

Another new school. That meant another new place to live, another new city to get used to walking around in, and another new opportunity to explain to everyone who passed her in the street why she had horns and claws and why are you wearing that coat dearie, isn't it heavy? Oh my! What is that on your back?! Ohhhhh! followed by fainting or shocked silence. Another set of curious, wandering eyes to pin their gaze at her.

She sighed. Honestly, sometimes it was all just too much.

She stared at the picture, a cheap polaroid sent via mail by her father, an old-fashioned man who refused to learn how to use a cellphone. It was a picture from his vacation he spent visiting her mother. Every year he did this, but Fáfnir was never allowed to come along. Something about it being improper and not befitting of a true dragon... 

Fáfnir growled. So frustrating! She wanted to meet mom too! Why couldn't she go along with him instead of coming here?