As Sierra stood out on the pitch and peered up toward Vindictus, she wondered what in the name of Merlin was about to happen. She'd seen that purple tarp, but she didn't dare peek underneath it. Especially since the sign so clearly threatened anybody from doing so. She wouldn't have looked underneath it anyway. She wasn't that excited about the lesson.

Nevertheless, this was Flying class, one of the main reasons she actually loved being here at school. She'd been born to fly. She just knew it. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and continued to wait for Vindictus to get things started.