Code PAS-231: [editorializing violation]

Team T8W. First official operation to document the full upbringing process under a Teacher. Operation to locate and observe West Flock School through one successful Flock Generation. A nest and nearby habit was discovered by our Western Division Discovery Party.

Assigned to the party: Group Lead, Track; Group Surveryor, Buggy; and Group Defender, Wingo.

Day One

Group Lead, Track's Log:

"Above us are large, dense leaves. Light slides off the leaves instead of gently passing through, so the entire area around has a green lighting to it. The journey has been peaceful thus far, and as we sit in awe of the foliage while we wait.

We see our Defense, Wingo, pop out of what at first appeared to be a row of trees and deep bush, but turns out to be the schoolhouse- West Flock

On the riverside before us stands a lush nest. Within the nest sit nineteen eggs. Our records theorize that in Flock schooling, only around half of the eggs will ever hatch. As I study the eggs, I see some are unmoving and am making more detailed notes of observations which I will submit at a later date.

They also theorize that only certain Fae descendants- flying water varieties, for instance- will be raised in each school.The teacher here is waterfowl,the Discovery party determined she was friendly and comfortable with the observation, as long as we do not interfere. For the first few days, the children will not even know we are here.

Buggy sits beside me, I can hear the charcoal flying all over the paper as he despirately tries to capture this moment. Some of the eggs are already moving, so he doesn't have much time.

Wingo joins us. She had gotten here ahead of us. She brings to our attention an egg much smaller than the rest.

The large eggs all sat nestled in pillows of moss and leaves, surrounded by a wall of tall grass. They looked almost like smooth rocks resting in the shade. If I were floating down the river, I wouldn't even notice them.

We watched with hitched breaths, I feared if I breathed too loud I might crack an egg.

The Teacher was definitely of waterfowl. She had thick brown feathers dusted with whites and darker browns. She moved smoothly through the water with her long legs, buy moved awkwardly on land, bobbing from side to side as she walked.

She eagerly creeps towards the nest, and we see our first egg crack. There seems to be some struggle but after not too long, we see a little head pop out. At first we heard some sort of gagging, the Teacher seemed to have that handled, but the gagging quickly evolved into shrieks of terror.

The teacher comforted the child, speaking to it calmly as it broke its way out of the egg. By time the child had been fully hatched, it was exhausted to the point of silence. The teacher gently carried the hatchling over to the river and rinsed it off. We watched in awe as he fell asleep in her arms.

Eleven of the nineteen eggs hatched in similar fashions. The one major thing of note is how well the Teacher managed the situation. I suspect she has been doing this for many, many generations now and I am hoping that once we are able to see inside the schoolhouse we will be able to learn more.

The teacher has focused her attention on the currently hatched eggs but continues to check on the other eggs, which leads us to believe that they will continue hatching through the night.

With permission, Buggy and I were able to see some of th eggs more up-close. The eggs were indeed as smooth as they looked. They were all of varying sizes. I could guess roughly what their origins might be but classifyng over eggs felt almost pointless, the creation process of descendants is too complex for any formula or identification tree.

There were eight eggs left, at this point there seems to be no discernable pattern in the hatching order. Buggy is copying down the exact dimensions on specifications of each egg while Wingo assists the Teacher in cleaning up to make space for whoever hatches next.

Log Update: I was awoken in the midst of the night by the disturbing shrieks of hatchlings tearing out of their eggs. What I once felt a fondness and connection to beauty to I now feel disgust provoking me. As is life."

Code PAS-231: [editorializing violation] under name Group Lead, Track. Group Lead, Track's log does not land within the Parameters of Academic Standards, thus cannot be cited as a verified source. Please correct violations to recieve verification.

[verified] Group Surveyor, Buggy's Log:

"The teacher figure appears to be waterfowl.

The eggs were all of varying shapes and sizes. They were all different sizes.

Was present for all eleven hatching.

Hatching took around nine hours, Track says they will keep hatching all night.

Drawings incoming, Track and I are going to spend the next few days going over notes before sedning anything up."

[verified] Group Defender, Wingo's Log:

"I hereby second the accounts of Group Lead, Track [unverified]."