Nervous, but too proud to show it, Alana sidles into the cafeteria, escorted by two guards. She readjusted her sweatshirt, trying to cover the mass of her folded wings. They were impressive, Alana was certain of that. But they were very easy to notice, making her a target. She was terrified but refused to let anyone see, remembering her father's advice years ago about showing your best self. Scanning the room, Alana notices several other teens around; particularly a short, furred brunette who seemed to be edging towards what looked like a Tiger. Amused at the sight Alana decided to skirt the edge of the room, making her way to the table, piled high with food. [i][color=007236]Seems the downside to flight is needing the[/color] [color=007236]energy to sustain it[/color][/i] she mused. That was going to be an interesting problem. The wings were easy enough to get used to, the constant eating would take some getting used to. Hoping she wont attract too much attention, Alana loads a plate.