i begin to try to ride the scree

Zeon whimpers when he comes. Teach hasn't the faintest idea what to do with this information, but now he has it, along with a sticky hand that he cannot raise to stroke headwings, because he also does not know how to properly clean away such fluids from any surface, let alone from intricately feathered wings.

Of course, it's information no one in any of their colonies has any idea what to do with; a small, if any, comfort, since competence and discipline are his aim.

A slippery slope, so to speak. He looks forward to discussing it further, with Zeon.