Flying above a canyon, you notice a slight figure sitting on a crevice. It was the day before classes at the Roost again- even though you were a third year, it was always nervewracking. You land quietly beside them, despite your size noting that its the young crow, sitting still, feathers ruffled in the wind, staring off into the distance. He stiffens, his eyes still fixed ahead.

"...Who’re you?”

You gesture calmly, showing no harm. He remains silent, his gaze cold and unreadable. After a moment, he speaks again, voice low.

He looks at you.

“You a student?”