Name: Sascha
Poem: Faithful protectors of their children
Always ready to cuddle and love
Takes time to give advice
Hates to scold, but knows it's necessary
Easily pushed over with a smile
Remembers to be as kind as they are firm
Sascha was nervous as he handed his poem in because he wasn't sure if it was what Amalthea wanted. Sure, it was in the format as assigned and quadruple checked over for errors, but it was inspired by his children. Were they something he could talk about here in school? Or was it too weird? He bit his lip and gently caressed the paper, before deciding to take the chance. What did he have to lose?
"... I hope it's not too much." He muttered, grasping his arm. "I'm sad to see you go, too, because I won't be going on to university. ... You might guess by that poem that I'm a dad, so, I've decided to skip university and get a job instead. I think that would be the best for us."
He paused, taking a quick glance around, before continuing.
"Good luck in Grendel, sir." He said, with a smile. "I'm sure you're going to be just as good a teacher there as you were here."
While she had held very little interest in writing fantasy, Zahneel had nevertheless devoured every bit of information she could from this class. If she wanted to write real, honest histories, then she'd need many of the tricks being taught. 
Name: Madla
