The market of the floating dragon town stretched across multiple terraces, suspended in air currents that carried the scent of exotic herbs, crystalized fruits, and baked goods that seemed to float in midair for display. Lira wandered between the stalls, notebook in hand, eyes darting from one fascinating item to another. Her attention, as always, was drawn to the unusual—the edible plants, the rainbow-hued herbs, and the small floating crystalline fruits.
Then she froze.
A stall tucked into a quieter corner of the terrace caught her eye. It wasn't the vibrant colors or the waft of unusual smells—it was the shape of the items on display. Eggs. Large eggs. Smooth, pearly, iridescent eggs resting on soft moss cushions, shimmering faintly in the ambient light of the floating town.
Lira's breath hitched. "Dragon eggs?" she whispered to herself.
