Turtle was an observant dragon. Everybody said that. Well, everybody who knew him on a decent level knew that. He observed everybody. He observed Winter and Qibli fighting over moon. He observed Peril lowkey (trying to) hit on Clay. He also observed his sister being super gay for Tamarin. Yeah, he was still getting used to that. He was also boring, so while he had plenty of dirt on everybody else, nobody bothered with him.

          Even after helping to save everybody from Darkstalker, nobody paid attention to him. He didn't mind, but it still hurt a little. People talked about Moon, Kinkajou, and everybody else. He was boring. 

          So Turtle sat, and listened. He heard everything going on, so it was no surprise to him when he woke up and "found out" that Winter had gone home to try and remedy things with his family.

          Qibli was straight up panicking over his lost bromance. It was funny, but it still hurt that Winter had left. That was a rule for him. Don't say anything about what you hear. Winter needed to grow, he was much nicer and everything, but his past self flashed up sometimes. He was still bitter, tired, and angry at himself.

          Turtle still felts guilty about not being fast enough to get to the guard. The guard was dead, but he still could've gotten there faster, and in turn, warned his parents. Tsunami's leg was permanently injured from her fight with Orca's statue. She still had the scars.

          One of her gills had been damaged in the fight, and now she could't stay underwater forever. She swam slower, and wheezed, even if only a little. He could tell that she was trying to be strong. It was working for now. If he had gotten his parents, they could've destroyed the statue earlier.

          He wrote all the things he heard down. They helped him clear his head. Qibli had not questioned the growing pile of paper underneath his bed, just like he didn't question Qibli sleeping with Winter's old pillow in his bed. Yeah he didn't want to know.

          He also didn't question him mumbling Winter's name in his sleep. Jesus christ he was having a bisexual panic. That had gotten better, but Qibli still wasn't the same. He got a lot more energetic around Moon, so it looked like he was struggling with who he liked more.

          When Winter had stepped aside for him, Turtle had seen Qibli blush a bit at the pure kindness Winter had shown at his own expense. After that, they had hung around a lot more, and Winter began to open up a bit. The entire school wen to war on who Moon would end up with, and they all were in shock after Winter politely stepped aside.

          Winter stepped aside, and cried himself to sleep every night after. It was quiet, but Winter slept next to him, so he heard a lot. He observed Qibli getting better after Winter left. He observed Qibli and Moon's growing relationship. He himself had been voting for Winter, but he read way too many romance books, so he didn't consider his opinion to be very serious.

          Most of all, he observed Kinkajou. She bounce everywhere, her energy was infectious. She was mischievous, happy, and unique. The burst of color and zeal made his day. Half of the 400 pages of observations were on her just going through the day. His observations were very detailed. Turtle's massive crush was still very well hidden.

          Except to Qibli, (and formerly Winter), and Moon. Moon was a given. He'd accidentally taken off the bracelet once, and Moon had heard all of his thoughts, half of which were on Kinkajou. Qibli knew from the beginning. He had an eye for that sort of stuff.

          Turtle's pile was now on the verge of exploding. The entire underside of his bed was stuffed with papers. Nobody questioned it. Nothing happened. Weeks passed and he observed more. It was getting comically tight. Then it happened. Kinkajou was running into the room, and tripped. She grabbed onto the nearest thing, which was the top of his oldest stack of notes.

          She tugged, and everything went flying out. It looked like an explosion of bird feathers, and then a Skywing flew by, with Clay chasing after them. The gusts of wind picked up the papers, and flew them out into the hall. Turtle froze, and fainted. Moon, who had been studying, ran over and checked on him.

          All over the dorm hall, students picked up the loose pieces of paper, and read. Everybody learned something. The next day, several new couples popped up. The notes were so spread out that nobody knew who wrote them.

         Turtle sighed in relief. Remarkably, Kinkajou hadn't picked up any of the pieces of the paper, opting to flounder around and repeatedly slip on them, only sweeping them aside with her tail. However, that wasn't the same for anyone else, and now, whenever Queen Glory visited again, she glared at him pointedly. Tsunami delighted in her brother's misfortune, and dropped her mature persona around him, and snickered loudly.

          Nothing changed, except a few smiles here and there. Peril tried to read one, and forgot about her abilities, and started a wildfire in the school. Every note was soon burnt to ash as every student dropped theirs in a panic.

          No evidence was left behind. He was safe. He was happy. It felt like a burden on his back was released. Turtle had learned his lesson. These days, he spoke about what he heard with Qibli, who was now developing a prodigious blackmail library.