Kiv finishes his inspection. Brushes alongside Uamok till she picks him up and rolls over and proceeds to copulate with him in front of everybody.

Well, okay, that might follow.

He tries to retreat in a way that looks less like a retreat and more like just wandering off.

They do not object to this.

They... probably won't be at it long, right... gosh that's noisy.

He'll go check in with the headmistress, how about.

They are not in fact at it long, the noise cuts out about a minute later.

He can find the head teacher, here she is! "Yes?"

"Hi! I just wanted to make sure you hadn't heard anything too concerning about the fight just now that I might need to clear up."

"I heard you jumped in the middle of a scuffle and cast spells on a lot of people but also nobody's bleeding on my lawn right now so all's well."

"That's how I see it. I would like it to be known that grabbing me out of something like that is liable to do more harm than good, if you have a way of passing word around - I'm small, sure, but with magic that doesn't mean much."

"I wouldn't jump in the middle of one of those either, standard practice is get them by the tails! If you're magically invincible, good for you, I'll let it be known, but I don't expect a repeat incident any time soon."

"All right. Thank you, anyway."

"Thank you for patching them up, I hate having to defend the decision to have coed schooling every time the girls are at odds over a classmate - it happens even if one of them backs down at posturing, it happened the time they kept it confined to arguments through intermediaries -"

"That sounds rough. Well, I'd have a hard time coming to terms with teaching circles at a school that wasn't co-ed, if that helps at all."

"Oh? Why's that? Most of them aren't."

"I'm male, for one thing. That means something different for humans, but it still matters to me. And it wouldn't be comfortable teaching at a place that was turning people away for a reason that felt silly. Not when my whole calling is about helping people have experiences they wouldn't normally."

"I don't think I'd say girls' schools are silly. And we're people, not hummun."

"Maybe they're not, for people. But it'd take some convincing for me to feel that way, and I'm pretty sure this is still better for what I want to be doing."

"Well, I'm not complaining."

"Glad to hear it. Well, I'd better get going, next circle starts soon."

"Enjoy!"

The weather and climate circle is talking about how they tell when it's going to rain and the instruments they use for that, like barometers.

Raafi is familiar with a few of those instruments; others are new, and quite clever. He's fairly quiet through the lesson, again.

He gets looked at a lot, but the lesson mostly proceeds without his presence making it weird, with students stomping to be acknowledged. It seems a little harder for the boys to stomp loudly enough but they have practice.

And of course Raafi is even less suited to it. Maybe he'll see if he can get a little drum to bring with him next time.

Soon enough the circle is over. "How do we find out where I've been assigned?" he asks Uamok.

"For your circle? Let's check the schedule." The location is named and she can lead him to the correct lawn-mark.

And he'll sit there and wait for the class to assemble.

He is presently surrounded by people! Mostly girls, whether because they're the ones who feel like they might plausibly capitalize on the knowledge or by coincidence or signup advantage is unclear.