The class was loud and while it was amusing she wasn't in the mood to be so. Since she had no class this hour, Ayita had taken avantage of the drama class. Simply sitting in, or rather perching in. Shortly after she had arrived at the school with a disgusting number of people, Ayota had discovered a liking for books and stories. Thus she perched in the shadows of the ceiling rafters, still as a statue. Her bag leaning in the shadows as well.

It was true this time could be better spent. Learning about different climates, reseaching a new species. But she did that all day, leaving her  actual work that was assigned in a lesser state, though completed. The only exception was when that work crossed with her own research or her small pleasure. Flicking her wings she rolled them. Working out the kinks of muscle before working her beak through the ebony feathers. She had no doubt the teacher knew she was there, and had less doubt that the boy would wake to some well developed plot. But she was not here for the drama, to learn. Merely to listen. It gave her a understanding of her own  race.  Something she very much needed. Alaska was not known for a high and diverse population. When you were ostrictized that number grew to nothing. She supressed a cackled at the sleeper. Humans were foolish. Even mutated ones.