It was still dark outside, the academy quiet save for the gentle slap of his feet echoing in the hallway. He shivered slightly as he rounded the corner towards the necromancy quarter.
He leaned on the frame of the open door of his colleague’s classroom, “Morning, Stella,” he smiled. It was his first day as the Master of Psychic, he was excited, ecstatic in fact, but also terrified, “If you have a minute, could you see if my lesson plan makes any sense,” he lifted the stack of papers on his hand, then brought it to the side of his face and whispered with a slight grimace, “I don’t know what I’m doing.” He didn’t feel qualified for the job, he didn’t quite feel qualified for anything in the valley, capable yes, but not qualified.
“And, uh,” he shifted slightly, “You wouldn’t happen to have any spare shoes laying around? Or socks at least?” he cast his eyes down to his bare feet, “I think I lost mine to the void.”
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