Castus walked the dark, empty streets, one suitcase in one hand, the second in the other. His salamember was sitting quite contently on his shoulder, helping to shed some light on the dark streets.

He hadn't ... really thought this through. Choosing to leave the academy meant that he no longer had a place to rest his head. A small twinge of panic and fear bubbled up inside him, making his gut churn violently as bile rose in his throat. He felt a quite queasy.

Maybe he should have tried to heed Ava a little more. Or that counselor ...

No. He had made this choice. He would survive. Besides, sleeping outside wasn't something he was unaccustomed to. In fact, some nights he quite liked it.

He could find work. Start up a trade -- though what sort he wasn't quite sure. Maybe he could teach flight lessons to younger kids? Advertise himself somewhere? For now he had a few connections with some older university students who he was sure would take him in temporarily if he asked. But would he?

For now, it was time to head to the closest tavern and sleep in their dumpster for the night. At least it would be comfortable and cushion-y? Even if he smelt like garbage. It was better than sleeping out on the street and running the risk of being run over by someone or something much larger than him.

Ah, well. Castus would just ... need to not panic and take it one day at a time. It was going to be the only way he could survive this small detour.