(6 Months Later)
Whirlpool opened his eyes quickly. Today was the day! He'd finally get to go to school and meet dragons other than his parents! He wondered if any of them didn't understand chaos theory, the science he'd worked out, but immediately dismissed the thought. After all, if he had invented it independently, surely even unintelligent dragons would have figured it out by pooling their knowledge.
Whirlpool slipped out of his kelp bed, and he smiled at his mother as he swam past her. He swam up to the surface and took a breath of air. He scanned the area for assassins or spies, and finding none, flew out of the water. He kept to the shadows and repeatedly glanced over his shoulder, checking for ninjas after him.
He knew perfectly well odds were they would be SeaWings or SandWings, and accordingly he'd packed SandWing antivenom cactus and had matched his photophores to the sunlight to prevent sneak attacks. He also checked for any magical animus weapons in pursuit of him. He knew animus dragons were rare, but you could never tell how powerful your enemies were.
Whirlpool ducked back into the water to throw off any pursuers. He saw the concealed entrance for the Summer Palace, and swam into it. It was just as it had been described to him. His dorsal spines brushed against the camouflage curtain. He didn't stop to surface at any of the breathing holes, knowing that was where any air-breathing assassins would hide.
He emerged into the hidden Summer Palace of the Sea. He'd heard plenty about it, but actually seeing took his breath away from both his gills and lungs. He knew it had been designed by an animus and enchanted to grow, but it was one of the most elegant buildings he'd ever seen. The spires were ideal for weight distribution, and the water patterns allowed their SandWing allies to breathe while still keeping everything wet. It had obviously been constructed with both beauty and strength in mind.
While Whirlpool had been admiring the palace, he'd also been looking for assassins. His parents had told him to never let down his guard, and he had no intention to. He knew perfectly well that on average, 90% of dragons were enemy assassins hired to kill him perfectly. He also knew the remaining 10% were conniving politicians and scientists. He calculated his first moves in the educational facility. He'd have to quickly disable any enemies, on the off-chance one of the pupils was an ally.
He had just finished planning how to fight off the enemy when he reached the school. He furtively glanced over his shoulder, and rapidly dashed inside. As soon as he was inside, he ducked down, rolled, and slices his talons upwards. For some reason, no one was there. He snarled, and leapt into the cover of darkness. They must be using camouflage, he realized. He considered his options. They have the advantage, better to pretend to be just a regular student until they strike. He snuck out of the shadows and took a seat with the "pupils" around the "teacher."
The "teacher" smiled warmly, and she said in a cheerful voice, "Hello, my name is Stream. What's your name?"
Whirlpool thought over it. If he gave a fake name, it might throw off the assassins, but she might also think he wasn't in that class. He decided to say it very quietly and see who reacted. "I'm Whirlpool," he said very softly. The "students" hid their reactions very well.
The "teacher" looked at her list of students. "Here you are! You have important parents, don't you?"
Whirlpool had initially disliked her, now he knew for a fact she was an enemy. She obviously was exposing his heritage to stir up enemies even among the few who might not be assassins. Looks like I'll have to fake a beneficial intention towards my enemies to shut down their operations. This day will seem very long.