Sep 6, 2013
With a soft sigh and a hidden heavy heart, Inguk sat in his classroom, running a hand through his hair. Things had been quite slow at the academy and it left him time to think, time to worry. Time to doubt himself and his purpose. Was he good enough to teach? He had thought so but students were leaving faster than he could count. Iris trilled to his right and he smiled thinly at her, wondering if she could read his mind. "I still have you don't I?" He reached a hand over and stroked her feathers, wishing he had the will to go see someone and wondering if anyone was available.