starter | @whiteeyeddog
Years of experience could not coexist with the lingering thought of classroom desks and chalkboard discussions. Numerous raised hands and contemplative gazes, whispering hushed noises and silenced curiosities beheld in a single room. Yet it’s harboring more on re-collective memories of her own, though once momentarily repressed in her far-off younger years. These schoolyards and classroom walls return to Abi with fleeting memories bound just as textbooks are.
The previous, and hopefully last, war had torn through her. Both in literal sense, as seen by the gaping black hole seared through her side after coming out of the field, and spiritually in an aching need for rest. The solution was resolute. An offer stood to tutor some students in need appeared first. Then, it was the loss of amiable teachers available in the village, and though she was precarious on the fact that there must have been dozens of others more qualified than herself, she willing took on the position as her own. But she had one rule. Not for fighting. Her terms were simple; she was not to teach lessons in physical dueling. It was on her own time she decided she was very much against a new generation contempt with killing and lucrative matters in way she had grown up, inevitably. And so she took to others matters of the mind, from botany to political and diplomatic matters from her own experience.
“Remember to read up on the clans that founded the village,” she advises with a snap of her book and a far-off echo ringing throughout the building. Already, kids were packed up and willing to take off, though she still had more to say! “I will have a quiz prepared tomorrow for the qualities of reasons to unify and build foundations for a nation, and I expect you all to pass!” Groans and trifling mumbles pour from the entrances of the hollowed room as Abi is left alone with her thoughts. Summer cannot come quickly enough for those waiting all year for it, she muses, turning to scratch away at the leftover scrawl from her lecture. It’s only shortly into doing away with half the text that she recognizes the instinctive buzz of a quieted presence nearing her.
“I thought you had all left by now,” Abi presses with menial chortles. “What brings you to stay after class, Iro..?”
