Linta's day had started long before the students even considered waking up. She'd sprung out of bed at four-thirty that morning, wasting no time getting dressed and ready to face the first day of Riverdale's new year. She and other staff, as well as some brave veteran students participating in the orientation, had busied themselves with setting up everything from booths in the cafeteria and student common grounds to promote interest in all available clubs, teams, organizations and services that Riverdale's had to offer to running countless tech checks on equipment for the comin orientation assembly. It was one of the busiest mornings of the year.

Linda herself had spent most of her time setting up booths for the dance and aerobatics teams, as well as occasionally hovering around the tutor's booth, which was meant to encourage students to seek any help they needed, from math to shifting to history to airbending. She was most proud of the aerobatics booth; the photography club had taken some breathtaking photos of last year's team in flight and even made an excellent graphic of Linta and a few of the long-standing club members in their human forms with their shifted forms edited in as if they were perched on their arms or shoulders. Though she'd be hovering between her many booths, it was that one she wanted to spend the day manning.

As students tricked in to the cafeteria, Linta stood, clipboard in hand, ready to answer questions and invite people to join the team. One particular student, caught her eye, and she sauntered over, pen ready, to answer questions and hopefully get some new members.