Rhoam is an excellent flier and student overall, excelling in many of his classes. Only one aspect holds him back, and we must accept that, perhaps, it always will.

When he was first learning to fly with his family in the southern foothills, a great storm tumbled down over the mountainside and swamped them all, separating Rhoam from his siblings and parents. For days he was lost in the sodden stones, cold and afraid, until eventually his father found him, wondrously unharmed.

But every time we practice, even if we are in sight of the school, Rhoam clings tight to the group and follows the Masters’ every wingbeat. We hope one day, when he learns how to care for himself fully, he will be a little calmer about being alone, but until then we must teach him what we can.