A/N: Incredibly long chapter D: and I'm so sorry for the late update! This took longer than expected /.\

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Poor Iolani Tori had been feeling incredibly bored on his flight to the Philippines. The class' private airship was ghost quiet the moment it set-sailed and Io—being, well, Io—was wide awake unlike his peers who had planned to fill the time with some well-deserved shut-eye. With Luka asleep and Lyra tucked away in another part of the airship, the sparrow had absolutely no one to share his bottled excitement with.

Without a doubt, this was not Io's first time on an airship. In fact, a vague recollection of his first time reminded him of nothing but nervous shadows above clouds. Himself being one of them.

As a glass of chilled lemonade sat in a corner of his absurdly polished mahogany tray table (which certainly did not resemble a tray), the sparrow had found himself mainly fascinated by the seat's ability to somehow transform into a comfortable bed. A couple of minutes later however, Io's attention had turned towards his personal in-flight entertainment system which included a touch-screen television with the most generous music and movie collection, games, and even a digital version of the catalogues they offered in the post office back in school for digital shopping on the go.

Despite the extensive options provided by the in-flight entertainment system and the airship itself (a variety of meals and dessert choices that included a strangely appetising thing called crème brulee), Iolani's mind was not sated by either of these luxurious options and focused merely on the destination at hand. He had always wondered how the rest of the world was like outside his tiny village. The most he had seen was only an island; and an island in the sky that most ordinary beings couldn't even see! He might as well have seen nothing.

So when the class of hearts had finally arrived at their destination, Io could not wait to leave their flying ship. The rest of the majority however, begged to differ as their half-lidded eyes pleaded for extended hours of sleep.

Io shook his friend awake. "Luka, we're here!" He peered out of the window. "I can barely see anything. Where are we? Why are there still clouds? Oh...I think we might still be in the air."

The eagle rose from his sleep to take in (what he considered was) a sight for sore eyes, sitting up before leaning over the sparrow to share his view of the sky. "We're here. It's in the mountains."

The word sounded fairly familiar in his mind, striking a fearful image of heights and sharp edges in general. Those were all stories he had heard and never experienced for himself.

He glanced downwards in attempt for a tentative scout and saw miniature versions of what he thought were trees, shunning away from the window as the creature in his chest began to beat far too loudly for comfort.

Luka handed Io his backpack that had fit snugly with the eagle's own duffel bag in the storage compartment above, signing shortly that they should disembark the airship.

"But we haven't landed yet," Io pointed out with a puzzled tilt of his head, glancing out of the window once again just to confirm.

"It says we have," Lucienne (who had been seated in the row in front of Luka and Io) directed their attention towards a blinking sign. Everyone else was getting their hand-carries ready as well.

Confused as always, Io proceeded to tail the girl with auburn curls in front of him—still not catching her name since he had barely interacted with half the class, really. The sparrow was nearing the exit when he felt a blast of cold wind square in his face.

His first instinct upon crossing a jetty (that was floating in mid-air) had been to search for a peak. After all, the boy recalled that every mountain had its sharp, distinctive peak but he soon found that being on the mountain itself made searching for the peak a much harder task than if he had been standing from afar, looking at the mountain from a distance. He turned to Jeremiah, a kite that had gotten off the airship moments before him.

"Does this mountain have a name?" He peered up at the senior student who had so kindly helped him with his baggage before the flight. "Do all mountains have names?"

Fortunately, Io had asked the right person since Jeremiah himself was from the Philippines (and was quietly pleased to be on familiar ground). "Yes. It's called Mount Pulag—the third highest mountain in the Philippines," he flashed a charming grin that Io was sure would have swooned many girls in his place. "About mountains having names, I'm afraid I have no answer to that. What do you think, Tori?"

It was a timely gust of wind that made Io silently thank the tailor for making his coat before the excursion, grateful for the warmth it provided against the chilly 55 degrees that was somehow within his limits with the help of extra layers.

"I think I'm just cold," Io responded dully with a shiver. "Io's fine by the way. You don't have to call me Tori." On that note however, Io sort of knew the answer to mountains having names. A core aspect of being human seemed to include the art of naming—other humans, pets, inanimate objects, unknown places, big islands, even bigger islands.

The connection he failed to make at that point of time however, was the association of a name to identity; to possession of other things yes, but also of Self. To have an identity meant having control over one's self. Surely, things that didn't have names felt a little alone; a little less human.

What of the mountains that had not been discovered as of late? Of the islands, the seas, species of living things both underwater and above ground? Did their status of being undiscovered necessarily dictate their inexistence? Those unseen by the human eye, unexperienced by the human mind—do these things exist without being perceived?

Well, Iolani Tori wouldn't know because those weren't his thoughts as he spoke to the kite beside him, awaiting the rest of their class to alight from the airship with their bags. A four-day-three-night stay at the flight facility did not explain the compact size of Io's baggage. He had borrowed a backpack from Nash, a sturdy one that appeared rather small on the outside but could somehow store most of his clothes and underwear.

He had stowed a packet of sunflower seeds in Luka's duffel bag (just in case his tummy decided to rumble in the middle of the night) in any case, not wanting to take the chances of Viktor calling him out for bringing a 'suspicious item' along with him to the field trip.

Professor Viktor didn't seem to be very strict with the sparrow either way, if one could judge just by the way he regarded Iolani in the past few days. But what seemed was exactly as the word depicted—seems, merely. Seems.

"Gather," Viktor called towards the group as soon as they retrieved their bags. "Nice to see that we're all ready to sleep," he began with a short laugh, "fortunately for you guys, we're early. The facilitators are ready to receive you all but before we make our way inside, please remind yourselves that manners exist to be practiced. And," he glanced down at a slip of paper that seemed to have a couple of pointers noted down, "don't be bratty little shits."

Io quickly assumed that this was all written by a very specific teacher namely Professor Faustes and found that he could not help but miss him dearly.

"Let's go in."

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"This is Mr. Reyes, the main coordinator of our stay here at the facility and the person you will all be reporting to for...training," Professor Viktor cleared his throat as he introduced the man that Io assumed would be their coach for the next couple of days. Intimidating was an understatement at this point. He was tall (to Io, everyone was, really) and had a very harsh jaw, accentuating a possibly condescending nature that the sparrow was afraid to familiarize himself with.

"Nice to meet you all," the man nodded firmly, sweeping the room with his gaze as though sizing up each and every one of them. "Think we'll be getting to know each other very well over the next few days."

Vaughn lurked in the back feeling awfully displaced for some reason. Even though he had no reason to be.

"You'll show them around?" Professor Viktor directed his question at Reyes and his team. "Mean time I'll need to receive someone else. Let's catch up later." He appeared to be on good terms with the facilitators for some reason, prompting Io to wonder if he came here often. What do they do here anyway?

While Io glanced up with the intention to pose his question to Luka, Jeremiah had, in the midst, went forward with what Io guessed was a generous smile to greet the coordinator. "Uncle!" Uncle?

"Kamusta po kayo?"

"Jeremiah! Na miss kita," Mr. Reyes had a kind expression that reminded Io of his own Uncle Rick. A momentary regret filled his cage for not suggesting his own village. "Mabuti naman, mabuti naman... kayo?"

They exchanged an affectionate hug. The sparrow felt slightly warmed to see that the coach who initially seemed cold and distant had a surprisingly soft spot for his nephew.

"Mabuti naman po. Uncle, these are my friends," Jeremiah said as he looked over his shoulder, casting a smile in our direction. "Guys, this is my Uncle. He'll take care of us while we're here."

"Hello sir," echoed a couple of voices from the back.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Reyes. Thank you for welcoming us," Jing came forward to shake his hand with a bow. He received it gladly before signalling one of his staff members to bring something over. She nodded, carrying a fancy tray and coming towards them.

"This is an ube drink. Something sweet for you before we tour the site," he gestured to the tray of glasses that contained a drink in the shade of lavender. Io found it very aesthetically pleasing, and the fact that the drink was topped with what looked like whipped cream excited him further.

Jeremiah was quick to pass the glasses around before explaining that ube was like sweet potato—just purple on the inside. "It's like a milkshake," he said after taking the last one for himself and thanking the lady in Tagalog. "I used to drink a whole lot of this when I was young."

"Is that like, the secret to your god-like build?" Dmitri downed the drink in a go. "Carbs and nothing else?" The falcon had always been envious of the other's looks and how he'd have the attention of both predators and prey.

"I don't know Dmitri," Jeremiah laughed, glancing at his Uncle who was smiling as well. "You're not too bad yourself."

By the time Io had finished his drink, he was looking at Luka's empty glass and wondering if he could ask for another. He licked the corners of his lips just in case there were remains of whipped cream.

"I mean this," Dmitri made a rough gesture to Jeremiah's face, body, height, and well, everything, "seems to run in the family. You're all so hot it's unfair to other people like...I don't know, me?"

Jeremiah was about to say that predators tended to have better assets than the majority in order to reassure Dmitri that he was, already quite good-looking when Lucienne beat him to it.

"Shut up Dmitri."

*

The facility was located at the far side of the mountain, atop a cliff that overlooked an endless crevice. Practically speaking, there was absolutely no way the facility could have held itself on such an odd location. The crevice served as a dock for visiting airships and for an understandable reason, Io felt that the facility could not be seen by ordinary mountain climbers, or else it would have been strange to see a building balancing itself on the edge of a cliff (let alone without an apparent source of electricity or water).

Nevertheless, the architecture did not disappoint. The main building appeared to be something out of a golf resort and lodgings—essentially villas with a view. It made Vaughn begin to doubt his mother's decision for allowing them to come here with the sparrow. The danger was that they would end up enjoying it; and the boy being part of the fun, would stand to gain yet more people on his side.

Vaughn simply understood that he would never be able win against those with a friendly nature and a disposition that was warm and inviting to the general human heart. In fact, he never felt what it was like to connect with one—and even if he did, it had only been a brief, fleeting moment. One that he had learnt was unrequited and merely a figment of his imagination.

"Now, your lodgings," Reyes began as they left the cold behind and entered a heated reception area. "I will read out the names and your respective room numbers only once so pay attention."

"Volt. Deveraux. 101."

"Ford. Caster. 201."

"Sullivan. Alekseyve. 202." Upon hearing this, Io felt his mood sink to a new low. He should have braced himself for the possibility. After all, it wasn't all that hard to conceive—surely, they would be put in different rooms. He was under inspection! It was only expected for him to be placed in a room by his own.

As Reyes continued to read out the names of the rest of his classmates, Io's mind lingered on the fact that Luka and Vaughn would be sharing a room for the next couple of days. That, he felt, was more of a disaster. Vaughn himself was far too disturbed to even speak.

"Iolani Tori?"

He looked up. "Um, yes?"

"You are him?" Mr. Reyes appeared fairly surprised. "I was told that you will be sharing a room with Professor Viktor due to special circumstances. You will sleep in a different villa, unlike the rest."

This, he hadn't seen coming in the least. How was it that the sparrow would guess something like this? Rooming with a member of the Order—dear skies. He was in for quite a bit.

"Your Avians have already been sent to your respective rooms. You have an hour to unpack before we gather here again, is that understood?" Reyes swept the room with a glance before turning to his nephew. "Jeremiah, tulungan mo sila kapag kailangan nila."

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As Luka dropped his bag onto the bed, he began to think this a form of punishment courtesy of the headmistress. After all, he hadn't been the most well-behaved predator around, openly affectionate (or not so openly, anyway, since Luka barely had any expressions on his face at all) towards the sparrow V herself had generous levels of hatred for.

Rooming with a vulture—let alone her own son!—was the pinnacle of suffering for Luka. Vaughn was absolutely unbearable in the eagle's eyes.

"Why thank you, Sullivan. I didn't know you paid compliments in your mind," Vaughn snapped under his breath. "And since when did you start thinking so loudly? How nice of you to spare a thought for anyone apart form that sparrow of yours."

"He has a name," was all Luka said in response, "and I think loudly when I'm angry."

Vaughn couldn't help but sneer at this. "What a distasteful mind. And I suppose you think I am not disgusted by this arrangement? Well I'd like you to know that I—"

"I don't care."

The vulture felt his patience crumble under the hands of another. "Your manners are unsightly."

Luka snorted, turning to Victoria who eyed Nox by her stand.

The hostility in the air hung taut with silence, tensing at every word or sound that either of the two made. This had to be a joke—a very bad joke. Vaughn could not help but feel rather cheated; the one who had made this arrangement possible must have had a very dark sense of humour. Either that or they didn't understand him very well. Surely, his mother wouldn't have done so at his expense. Surely, she wouldn't have.

She wouldn't.

There was a knock on the door and all attention snapped towards it.

"Jeremiah and Shri brought some local snacks over," Abigail poked her head into the room. "We're having them by the pool. Join us if you want to." The bald eagle waved vaguely before heading back downstairs.

Luka turned to unzip his duffel bag and pull out a change of clothes, looking as though he might just join the group downstairs while Vaughn merely stared at the wall in front of his bed. He'd wake up. Any time now, he would.

The vulture glanced over his shoulder with the intention to insult the other's taste in prey when he noticed that he was—and had been, for quite some time now—alone. He had been staring at the wall for the past few minutes while Luka, who of course had no obligation to announce his leave, had wandered off to the bathroom on the second floor to change out of his uniform.

Nox shook her head with a fold of her wings. And I thought eagles weren't very social.

Vaughn snorted, resting his gaze on his luggage that stood in a sad corner as he swore to do something about this terrible arrangement.

"Yes, and I thought vultures were."

*

"Hello Tori," Jae-min mused shortly upon the arrival of his new student, "you don't look very surprised by the arrangements."

The sparrow placed his bag underneath the coat rack before removing his shoes. "I guess you could say that."

"Why not? V would be pleased to hear that you are," the professor laughed, intending for it to sound like a joke but Io failed to catch whatever humour that was supposed to be in the statement.

"Yeah, I suppose she would," he nodded vaguely, following the condor upstairs. "It's also nice of her to put me in an empty villa. Do I get to have the pool to myself?"

Jae-min paused at the landing.

"No, not really. It's not going to be empty for long," the professor explained, triggering (however) more doubts in the sparrow's poor little mind. "We will be having...guests."

"Guests?" Io prompted at once, peering up at the unfathomably tall condor, trying to catch his eye.

He was escorted into a well-furnished bedroom with twin beds and two unnecessarily large wardrobes; a Victorian-style armchair and a matching dresser; completed by a generous view of the mountains from a large extended balcony. Io didn't know where he should place his backpack, which seemed a little out of place.

"They will arrive in the evening. What do you think of your instructor?" Jae-min directed the conversation elsewhere. Whether it was deliberate or not, Io couldn't quite tell.

"Mr. Reyes? He's super nice," the sparrow's mind drew towards the heavenly taste of the ube milkshake he had moments ago. "Isn't he Jeremiah's uncle?"

"Really," Jae-min appeared mildly surprised. "Well that explains why he was so keen about coming here." He looked past Io towards the balcony.

"And V agrees to almost everything he says anyway," he added with a rare smile. "He's her favourite." It looked a little sad.

"Isn't he everyone's?" The sparrow piped as he pulled out a pair of rolled pyjamas and transferred it to the wardrobe. "I mean, Jeremiah. Isn't he everyone's favourite?"

It was characteristic of Io, really, to say what he had said. In a way, it would have explained the disappointing bias that the headmistress had towards the kite, nulling the pinch of salt that dwelled within the professor's cage.

How the boy had so sharply detected another's feelings, Jae-min was both pleasantly and doubtfully surprised to witness. For all he knew (and Io, as well), the sparrow was not aware of their relationship as step-mother and son. It was simply unlike an ordinary fourteen-year-old to do so, let alone a mere sparrow.

"You're a strange one," Jae-min folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe as he watched his student unpack.

"Professor Faustes said the same thing," Io acknowledged with a neutral shrug. "Everyone, actually. Everyone says that. My mama—mom, says that too. And Pipa. And...well, yeah. Everyone."

Then he paused.

"Except Luka," Io went on quietly.

Jae-min snorted, feeling as though he had intruded into dangerous territories. "And what does that eagle say?"

The sparrow laughed; he sensed a joy that was hidden deep within his cage, quiet and asleep.

"Luka doesn't say anything.

He doesn't need to."

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It was half-past noon by the time everyone gathered at the main lobby to meet the instructor and (needless to say) Mr. Reyes wasn't very pleased with the lack of punctuality.

"Looks like we need to work on your awareness of the time as well," he dropped a large cardboard box in front of the group that contained what looked like sets of brand-new swimsuits before beginning to call out names. He handed a set to each of the students, differentiated by gender and size.

To Io, they looked like ordinary swimsuits. He wondered if swimming in the mountains was a thing.

"This is your flightwear," Reyes held up an example of the nylon clothing that everyone else seemed to have as well. "Designed for efficient flight and specifically for your half-forms. Shifting into your Avian will not require you to take these off as well."

"Having said that, it will not keep you warm in such weather. Only your Avian forms will, so I want you to be flying safe—meaning no halves, understood?" They nod. "We will be carrying out a short indoor session in the facility in a couple of minutes. Any questions?"

"Is this an assessment?" Abigail spoke as soon as he made eye contact.

Reyes took in the bunch of Avians littered across the room, some perched on the railings of the stairs and a couple circling above. "Just a check on your condition, and for you to get used to the temperature up here."

He swept the room once again for confused faces and upon finding none, dismissed the class to prepare shortly. "Get changed and go down to the training hall in ten minutes. Ten, understood?" The instructor emphasized before turning to Jeremiah. "I'll leave the directions to you."

Students began to filter out of the reception area and to their respective villas, appearing nowhere near keen to face the bitter mountain winds. Io however, lagged behind tentatively—trying to catch the instructor's eye.

"Sir?"

Reyes turned to him. "Yes Iolani."

"I, um," the sparrow bit his lip. "I don't know how to shift yet."

The instructor blinked, seeming mildly surprised.

"He's a freshman," Jeremiah explained to his uncle after catching his attention. Someone nearby snorted.

"Ah," Mr. Reyes nodded once. "Both Avians, or just the..." he left the sentence half-finished, implying the unspoken words.

"Um, both sir."

"They haven't given you practical lessons?"

Io thought of all the ridiculous amount of lessons that he had missed from his time at the infirmary; after and during the first season games; preparing for the second; and then the second itself. It finally began to sink—the sheer amount of time he had invested in braving the unknown and emerging somewhat victorious. Put beside the reality of its speed however, it was hard for anyone to believe all that he had experienced given the relatively short span of three to four months.

Was growth restricted to time; maturity in line with age?

"I missed most of them, sir," Io scratched the back of his head in a sheepish manner. "Due to...reasons."

Reyes had always been strict with attendance and punctuality. After all, it was only natural for him to firmly believe that basic human values should include responsibility (which meant being responsible for yourself as a student) and courtesy for others (not making others wait) without any exceptions.

"Hindi niya ito kasalanan," Jeremiah added all of a sudden, helping out an acquaintance. His uncle nodded, and with a short wave, dismissed him.

"It's alright. You've done a bit of theory, no? I will coach you personally tomorrow...but this might mean we have to cancel the flight tour."

"Flight tour?" Io sighed internally. Again, he had to be the cause of everything bad.

"We had planned to bring your class to Baguio. It's about a forty-three-mile flight from here, perfect for some light training."

Light training? Io couldn't believe his ears. Forty-three miles was absolutely no joke. He couldn't even fly a meter, save forty-three miles. In the middle of the night when Luna was at her strongest then yes, there was a slight possibility seeing that he had, indeed, shifted before in her form but during the day...it had yet to be done.

"I'm sorry sir," Io apologized, feeling a mild defeat scrape the bars of his cage. "I'll try to learn fast."

"It's an expert course, Iolani. Might take some time," the instructor smiled as he gave the sparrow a pat on the back. "It's okay. Just come with me to the training hall and watch them for now."

*

For some odd reason, a man that stood at the top of a watchtower overlooking the open-concept training hall was looking at him.

Him, Iolani Toi. Someone was looking at him.

From where he was told to sit, Io couldn't make out who it was. He simply knew that there was someone up there, looking at him—or them, in general, he couldn't quite tell. The sparrow felt eyes on him and that was all.

"Line up," Reyes said to the littered few who were conversing privately in their respective corners. "I want to see your wings."

Io managed to catch Luka's eye, waving as encouragement. Well, it's not as if he needs any, Lyra commented lightly while her Winged pouted.

The rest of the class shifted into their halves one-by-one, allowing the instructor to get a closer look at their individual conditions before he split them up into groups. Io found it funny that Luka would turn to stare at him occasionally, as though the sparrow might disappear any second just from sitting on a bench.

Vaughn had always prided himself on being a strong flier, but to be coincidentally grouped with the people he had a particular distaste for (was there even anyone he liked at all?) was absolutely unacceptable. They were each assigned to fly a specific number of rounds in their Avian forms, which Io could only watch in awe.

As soon as they shifted however, there appeared to be one less member of the Hearts—or to the general majority it did, at least.

Io was one of the few who could see her flames in the air, burning with a heat that rivalled—supposedly—that of the the sun's. Sol looked exactly like Luna in terms of their form. An eye in the sky; the sun and the moon. He found it fairly difficult to keep his eyes on her Avian.

While the rest of his class took turns to clear respective rounds in the training hall, Io waved constantly at Luka and Jing, wondering if they were as excited as he was to see them fly. He would, occasionally, turn to Vaughn with an expression that appeared as though he was trying hard not to laugh.

In the midst of everything however, the discomfort of being watched scratched against the bars of his cage; skeletal fingers seeking for entrance, desiring whatever that was within—the claws of a cat yearning for feathers to grasp.

The sparrow raised a tentative gaze to check the watchtower but he was gone.

His observer was nowhere in sight.

"Hey," someone called towards the boy and he jumped in surprise. "Mind if you pass me the bottle on your left?" Io held up a green water bottle and the girl nodded. He tossed it over.

Abigail drank up, eyes fixed in a faraway distance as though she was looking at something. Then Mr. Reyes called for them to gather, and she frowned immediately.

"Who's that?" She jerked a thumb over her shoulder after turning back to Io.

It took him a moment to realize that Viktor was approaching the class with strange-looking company by his side. They gathered at the back of the training hall, waiting for him to speak.

To the sparrow's surprise, Viktor introduced the man who had been observing them from the watchtower, confirming his suspicions while at the same time igniting more.

"This is Professor Kirill. He will be observing your performance for the next few days." There was something familiar about his face; yet something amiss as well. Perhaps the mere glance hadn't been enough to identify the person completely but in order not to appear rude, Io raised his gaze in a discrete manner—only to meet the eyes of the professor.

"Iolani Tori," he smiled wryly, turning his attention to the railings that kept one from falling off the edge. A predator with wings the size Io would have never imagined rose from floors below to rest on the cool metal. "A familiar face."

Familiar? Oh yes, he had seen him before. A particularly unforgettable sight, really—the day he went searching for Luka at the predator's dormitories along with Pipa. The mere size of his Avian was something to be afraid of. The poor sparrow bit his lip, wondering just why someone else from the order had to make an appearance when all was already awful enough for himself.

"A Himalayan vulture," Dmitri impressed himself upon the Avian that perched on the railings. "Nice."

The falcon's response to this new addition however, was far from the norm. Most of the hearts appeared sceptical if not disturbed by the unprecedented change to their arrangements that resulted in a change of expectations. It seemed to them as though they were under inspection as well. And as far as they knew, that was not supposed to be the general idea.

"Professor Kirill will be conducting a class of his own here in the facility. They are students of your age—youth members of the Order so make some friends," Viktor went on to say. It felt very much like a warning to some; a breaching of territories, but Io didn't really know if it mattered or not.

He felt a little queasy. An urge to return to his room back in Flight School surfaced strongly.

"Please do," Kirill added dryly, dark eyes sweeping the room. "It is the best way to learn from each other. Making...friends." 

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A/N: Hi guys!! The next chapter will feature more about the field trip (the bulk of it, at least) because I needed one whole chapter to give a rough setting, something like a introduction to what we have in store for these cuties (OR NOT CUTIES DD:) oh well look who's sad he's not in the same room as his lovebird BUT I MEAN entirely for plot purposes, I can't do it ;-; (NOT YET AT LEAST HAHAHAHAHAHA) it's coming soon. 

On the other hand, I hope my Tagalog is alright in this chapter ;-; I apologize for any mistakes haha I'm not a native speaker, but I sure love the language. I had some of my gaming friends help me with it! They are from the Philippines and are amazing at both English and Tagalog. Some of it I tried by myself so I hope I'm at least passable HAHA. 

Another thing: if you're having trouble imagining what my characters are wearing or how dragons look like, please follow monochromacolor on Instagram because she has amaaazing art of Flight School and she draws like everyday hahaha XD There's pictures of Falrir, and of Vaughn and Jae-min cooking when they were younger and ALL SORTS. :> She showed me a very yummy picture of Io an Luka today *wriggles brows* but I'm not sure if she's going to put it up XD Please support her!! She's really talented!

Alright, that's almost it!! And have you guys heard of "Tap"? It's an app available on both iOS and android where you can read text stories :D I'm intending to put a couple up, like texts between Io and Luka, or Io and Vaughn, or funny stuff like Vaughn and Jae-min HAHAHA actually, I was wondering if you guys would like to suggest every week what I should do!! :D Something new every week. A pair or a group. Just put it in the comments and I'll take it into account <3 

Edit: Oh dear, I just realized it's invitation only ;-; it's not available for everyone. Forget what I said :') I hope they make the app available to all though!!! It's such a nice concept.

Thank you so much for reading!!

-Cuppiecake.