Things went surprisingly well as more of the flight club learned about Arc's "deficiency."
She was worried about being embarrassed for asking for help, but instead she was only lightly embarrassed by the people who asked to look at her wings, many of whom took the chance to touch and move them about. Their interest seemed more scientific in nature, and not at all malicious, and one of the sword surfers even let her try his board, which failed utterly but eliminated one potential way around her inability to fly.
During that time, she learned everyone in the club was a second year or above, and they maintained the old airfield as best they could in exchange for permission from the city to use it. As the sun set, they were about to try making her glide using a running start when a squirrelkin student in grey ran up to the field, panting and gasping.
"Veng! Big trouble-" she gasped out, "-new kid... bar..."
