"Why do I have to leave Wolkenhalle?” asks Quill, as she packs a duffel bag made of floral-printed canvas. A stack of neatly folded, aubergine-colored clothes sits ready to pack, as no Valkyrie would think of wearing anything but clan colors.
“Quill, you’ll like Leysin Academy. It’s one of the best secondary schools. We’ll fly out with you tomorrow,” says her mother, Aurelia. “Their combat instruction is some of the best anywhere. And the tea and coffee trade isn’t easy; you’ll need to know a lot about business and economics and agriculture to succeed in our clan. A good education is a basis for all of that.”
“I’ll miss my friends. And Charlie,” says Quill.
“Charlie wants a cracker,” says Quill’s scarlet macaw, fluttering across the room to perch on her wing