Ayita watched Shawn and Heidi walk out. Lunch most likely. It wasn't her time for that yet, rather Ayita was dreading the class that was coming. Math. It was good enough, but after one could count and do the nessecary with numbers why bother with fancy formulas and such? It simply was not pratical, she knew for sure she would never need it in the North or where ever she went. Fancy formulas had no place in the natural struggle for survival. Besides there was something she was keen to try.

Flipping her wings, she dropped to the floor in a glide. Shifting just before she hit the ground by her bag. Bones audibly cracked and popped, muscle tore and feathers were replaced with clothing. A small blessing that she was able to encompass clothes as a 'fur' for humans. Though she had notice it took a bit more thought. Careful to not make eye contact with anyone she scooped up her bag. Her shifting wasn't smooth or pretty to watch. It was cruel, jagged and incredible disorientating. She had heard a whisper or two that it made people queasy to watch it, her own mother condemned her shifting. She only did it in front of the woman once.

Her own human form was tall for her young age. Five foot six and still growing. Ayita supposed she would be well past six feet when she finished. If she finished, she thought wirly. She was pretty sure exit signs would be stamped on her forehead sooner or later. Ayita supposed she was heavier for a girl, but it was pure muscle. Something she would need for what she was going to do. Slipping on her sandals she plotted the best way to get to the gardens and further pass the gated community. Fly would be best, but she was going to be focused on a new form and flying interrupted her thoughts with the song of wind and daring. Shaking her head, feathers that were tangled in her hair fell out.  Self consciously brushing more of the black additions from her clothing.