Tell me why you chose Golden Deer ! : 3
prompt ( 1/10 ) / accepting.
teacup lowers, eyes staying on her student’s as she partakes in a temporary silence.
it was a question bound to be asked: one she never put to words but knew at the core of her being, like it was written into her soul. while most would praise the workings of fate, or the guidance of the gods, the professor would think it to be the first choice she made with a warmth forming beneath her chest, a semblance of emotion.
she remembers that day clearly, meeting claude and hearing his testimonies. he had already felt familiar, the look in his unsmiling eyes almost akin to her own. that started a curiosity, a wish to learn more — a yearning that only grew once she listened to him speak of his house, of his classmates: each unique with their own ambitions and traits, each like their own color. some colors in contrast, others in compliment. however, once united, they formed a beautiful picture.
knowing her students indulged her in a spectrum: standing beside claude, comforting marianne, reprimanding lorenz, encouraging ignatz, tutoring raphael, believing in hilda, duelling leonie, lending lysithea an ear — each and every encounter with them was new, and brought out a new side to her, aspects of her being she never knew existed until she met them.
golden deer had given her a heart, where one never existed. they were the warmth, the light that filled the void of her vessel; her reason to press on, her purpose.
❝ golden deer feels like a home, ❞ she says, lifting the cup back to her lips, as they curled into a small smile. ❝ wouldn’t you agree, claude ? ❞
