Learning By Teaching: II
|| 8th Fall || Zeltiva University ||
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|| 8th Fall || Zeltiva University ||
Darium Wordling had a problem.
The problem started with Ayatah of the Scattered Bones, the infuriating savage who had once been his student and was now his assistant.
Why had he let such a woman poison the minds of his current students
Why had he agreed to be her employer in the first place?
It had been thirty-four days - he'd counted them - since she started her job, and though he couldn't deny that she was... somewhat able to fulfil the menial tasks he'd set her, the unthinkable had happened.
Each time Darium thought about it, he felt sick and disgusted. He wanted to set fire to the entire university, to burn down all the stupid students and liberal members of staff who oohed and aahed as Aya told them lies about her jungle home. Didn't they know that the Myrians were cannibals?! Savages who killed on sight, no questions asked? And yet this woman told stories of dancing, of romance and the jungle. The women were fascinated at the idea of a matriarchal race (evidence of just how basic the Myrian people were, in Darium's personal opinion), whereas his male students and colleagues admired Ayatah's lips as she told her stories, her toned stomach when she revealed the tattoos (more like children's drawings) that were symbols of her clan.
And now - now - one of his very own students had decided to change their minds and study the Myrian culture
What a farce!
Darium had wanted to fail the young woman as soon as the idiotic request left her heart-sharped little mouth. Of course, he hadn't - for reasons still unknown to him. She had been studying the Eypharians. But two days ago she had requested to change her studies, and seeing as she had not yet even started any essays or projects, there was no real reason why she couldn't -- other than being completely stupid and insane, obviously.
Nevertheless, Darium had admirably stayed true to his role of professor, and organised the girl to meet with Ayatah of the Scattered Bones - the original rotten apple that seemed to be decaying all the others. So here he was, striding down towards the library, student in tow, to find his assistant.
The problem started with Ayatah of the Scattered Bones, the infuriating savage who had once been his student and was now his assistant.
Why had he let such a woman poison the minds of his current students
Why had he agreed to be her employer in the first place?
It had been thirty-four days - he'd counted them - since she started her job, and though he couldn't deny that she was... somewhat able to fulfil the menial tasks he'd set her, the unthinkable had happened.
Each time Darium thought about it, he felt sick and disgusted. He wanted to set fire to the entire university, to burn down all the stupid students and liberal members of staff who oohed and aahed as Aya told them lies about her jungle home. Didn't they know that the Myrians were cannibals?! Savages who killed on sight, no questions asked? And yet this woman told stories of dancing, of romance and the jungle. The women were fascinated at the idea of a matriarchal race (evidence of just how basic the Myrian people were, in Darium's personal opinion), whereas his male students and colleagues admired Ayatah's lips as she told her stories, her toned stomach when she revealed the tattoos (more like children's drawings) that were symbols of her clan.
And now - now - one of his very own students had decided to change their minds and study the Myrian culture
What a farce!
Darium had wanted to fail the young woman as soon as the idiotic request left her heart-sharped little mouth. Of course, he hadn't - for reasons still unknown to him. She had been studying the Eypharians. But two days ago she had requested to change her studies, and seeing as she had not yet even started any essays or projects, there was no real reason why she couldn't -- other than being completely stupid and insane, obviously.
Nevertheless, Darium had admirably stayed true to his role of professor, and organised the girl to meet with Ayatah of the Scattered Bones - the original rotten apple that seemed to be decaying all the others. So here he was, striding down towards the library, student in tow, to find his assistant.
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