@catarina-miller
"Cat," Gabbi called, grinning as she worked her way through the halls. "hi, aunt hart!" She heard from a child's voice, and she paused a second to toss a smile back towards them. "Hello, dear." But she wasn't here to see the first graders, not even the veil children.
So she waited until they all made their way out, and found a spot to park in the classroom. On a colorful rug that had probably been in this school since before the collapse. "How are they progressing? Ours?" She asked, gathering an update.
Cat always worked in a haze, forcing smiles, answering questions she didn't quite feel right about answering. It was a strange balance – to be one of the Cailleach's chosen, right? Cat didn't feel chosen, it felt more like a curse, it felt more like she was burdened with knowledge that was beyond herself, beyond what any of their prophets really knew.
She jumped slightly at Gabbi's approach, lost in thought at her desk as she sorted through papers. Cat wondered if she had really been suited for this, teaching, the math had always clicked in her head but it was words she found herself struggling with; maybe because she couldn't string her own thoughts together enough to feel like she was worthy of judging the words of others, even the children. "They're smart, always are y'know?" Cat hummed plucking her vision upward, away from the scrawled attempts at writing, "Their, uh, their art's the best part - they like drawin' the festivals the most, it's cute."