Within an immense hall, mountain-sized piles of stone tablets, ancient tomes and weathered papyruses laid all around, usually, the place would be swarming with small figures walking upon two legs, but now, as night had settled in, the room with an open roof was flooded with darkness, an optimal environment for the mighty dragon at the center of it all to learn the secrets held within old scrolls, the ambient dark did not bother this one.
Dark of scales, thorn-like protrusions growing over the long and slender nape, upon the back and tail, with six limbs, four legs and two wings, this dragon was of a rather common shape otherwise, using the nimbleness granted by the two foremost limbs, carefully unrolling rolled-up piece of papers, flipping pages from books often meant to be put to use by beings much less voluminous as her.
This was one of the few hobbies this dragon had.