Morrigan is the first to come down, claws turning to her long black boots, the only feathers to be found those on her robes as she gives herself a shake and smooths her hair though it never looks out of place no matter how many times she does this. She can talk like this though and she cups a hand to her mouth, the other shielding her eyes from the sun shining through the gaps in the branches as she smiles up at her.

"Well done," she calls. "Well done indeed to take to the wing so well - it shows how ready you have been for some time then, and that you have been listening to far more than just the lessons of today."