"History is the most difficult topic we're going to have all year?" a slim black human asked in an arch contralto.
Kellen laughed, his dark ears flipping forward. "What's your name?"
"Rachel Myers, sir!"
He slid off the chair. "Stand up, please, Rachel. I prefer to illustrate my answers concretely. You! The russet Aera there. Name?"
"Madeira, Clan Flait," was the wary reply from the slender girl more vulpine than humanoid.
"Stand up for me, please, Madeira. You? Donegan Unfound? Yes, thank you, just like that. You?" he turned to an ivory Karaka'An feline, her thin legs folded beneath her on the vast dark blue chair. Kellen faltered as he stared at her eyes. They were green? No, only one of them. The other was a yellowish lime color just similar enough to force the viewer to look twice.
"Margeaux Davis," she said in a shy soprano, lifting her odd-colored eyes to meet his.
"Ah, yes, stand for me, please, Margeaux."
Delivering himself a mental shake, he picked out two more students, then folded his arms across his chest again, tossing his black jaw ruffs behind his shoulders.
"Now," Kellen said. "Someone tell me what all these people have in common."
He watched with concealed amusement as they exchanged looks in none-too-covert bafflement. One of the braver ones managed to speak.
"In common, sir? I guess, they're all here?"
Kellen laughed. "That's a good start, but we're in History, not Physics. Any other ideas?"
"They're all two-footed," someone suggested from the back.
"Good!" Kellen said, fox-like ears perking. "Give me more on that track."
"They all have hands," said a male Phoenix, his own wings twitching.