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"Sure," Taima replied with a shrug, taking one of the worksheets. She didn't bother looking over it as she walked out of the classroom; she knew she'd be up all night working on it anyway, once she was done helping Tro. "Where to?"

Taima checked her bag just in case: pens, paper, and all her other school stuff were right there where she put them earlier. "Nope," she replied, "I think I'm good. I've even got extra if you need something."

Taima made a mental note to check out a book or ten her attention wandered to as she followed Petro deeper into the library. Her eyebrows lifted in bemused surprise as he pulled her chair out for her, but she responded with a "Thank you" as she took her seat. She placed her bag within easy reach on the floor beside her before settling more comfortably. "So," she said, her fingers loosely laced together on the table in front of her, "what do you need to know?"

Taima hesitated before answering, eyeing the boil across from her and trying to decide how much to tell him. All of the items she had put in her bag had value beyond the physical or the immediately obvious--the class had called for the things that best represented them, after all. Finally, she shrugged. "The feather should be pretty obvious," she said with a grin, her wings flaring behind her for emphasis. "The other things are...momentos. Souvenirs from home, things like that."

Taima settled more comfortably in her chair as Petro appeared to accept her answers at face value and steered the conversation in a different direction. "Oh, far away," she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Blackrock Peaks. It's a mountain range some days flight away from here. So boring. Not like Amityville. How about you? How did you come to be here?" Taima leaned forward, her eyes bright with curiosity.

Taima hummed as she considered how to best answer the boil's question. The easy answer was lol no, but she'd never actually thought about whether anyone outside the flock could access the higher elevations. "Probably not? I mean, I'm sure one could walk partway up the mountains, but there's a barrier of strong wind currents that's difficult even for us to pass by ourselves if we're too young or inexperienced. It would be interesting to see someone try, though!" For curiosity's sake, if nothing else, and if they failed, well, whoops.

There was more information to be had from Petro's brief explanation, Taima knew it; it raised more questions than answers. "Chosen? Why just you, out of your entire clan? How does that work, anyway? We don't live in clans. It's mostly just family groups in...kind of a flock. Mostly just a community, I guess, we're not really that organized."

"We don't really have a Chief," Taima replied, meeting Petro's grin with a smile of her own. "If there's something important to discuss that might effect the entire flock, a convocation of stormbringers--which are, like, actual adults in full control of their Fear--might be called, but we don't really have a governing body."

The idea of being bound to a place on someone else's say-so was foreign to Taima. She could go anywhere her wings could carry her, and though her parents may not like it, they didn't have much choice but to accept it, either. "What happens if you do fail? Not that I think you will," she was quick to add, "but I heard that Amityville is about as tough as it gets, and if you can survive it, you can survive anything. If you graduate, does that mean you were successful? Will they let more of you leave your clan then?"