Yveret sighed, ears sagging as he absently thumbed over the papers before him. So many assignments, so many eager minds (and so many equally not). He allowed his mind to wander as he ticked over the sheets, pen scribbling here and there to mark notes on the work; all of these children - what was it like? Each of them had parents, each of them had been made from some sort of union, whether romantic, practical, or simply whimsy. Each of them was a unique creation in their vast world, and he wondered ... what was it like?

His ears perked as the thought crossed his mind. He'd been rather melancholy lately, though he hadn't been able to pick out why. Perhaps that was a hint; while he'd never thought of having his own children before, what with teaching so many of them daily, there was something interesting about the idea, wasn't there? He was a good teacher ... maybe he could be a good parent as well! Maybe that was what was missing, that 'something' he hadn't been able to place in his mind for so long. He was making a difference to many ... but perhaps he could make an even bigger difference to just one!

His tail curled happily behind him as he snatched a sticky note nearby, scribbling down a reminder to go and fill out an application for imbuing. There were others like him, un-involved but interested, right? He'd have to match with someone! That's part of why there was a clinic for such things, wasn't it...?