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 Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 12:07 am
Særún had a feeling Miss Lyra would ask her to make up her assignment... but it was okay. She was prepared for that. Her first happy memory was something she had to think about for a long, long time... She hadn't really been making happy memories until recently. But the one that stood out to her the most (admittedly she felt a little bad about it, since it wasn't even the day she'd been adopted or when she'd met her family) was when she met her friends... Or rather, a little after, during the Hunter's Jubilee party.
It's not really my first happy memory but its the best one I have. I made a friend named Husk, he's a fey and he's really weird. Really weird. Like, weirder than most people I've ever met. He decided that we were going to be friends only ten minutes after meeting me but that isn't the memory I want to talk about.
My very favorite happy memory is from the Jubilee Party! I ran into Husk and we played a lot of games together. He even stole some plushies. I didn't think that fey did that sort of thing. But it was kinda fun. I think its probably my favorite memory because I didn't feel like I had to hide my face while we were playing... That's a really good feeling. I hope I make more memories like that one.
There... That should be good enough. She wrote her name at the top carefully, and then passed it in to Miss Lyra for grading. Hopefully she'd pass, then.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 12:09 am
Lyra should have known, and she hated herself for it. Usually, she planned her assignments carefully, considering the feelings of the students who'd receive them and analyzing any chance that it could become hurtful. Yet, this time, whether caused by her distractions or her own inability to consider, she had made a mistake. It pained her, honestly, when she heard Særún's response to her original assignment, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. She had reminded a student of something awful, and it struck a chord in her. Having children, Lyra had grown sensitive to the needs and pains of the students around her.
So, a new assignment was given to the child, though an apology hadn't left her lips. Not yet. She didn't believe in uttering it in-front of the students for them to only stare and make a further scene of the ordeal. No, this needed to be done privately.
So, when the assignment was handed she gave a polite and hushed 'thank you', eying the child and keeping an intent gaze on the clock. When class was over, she nodded her head to Særún, giving a faint and rare smile.
"Særún." She called, nodding towards her desk. "May I speak to you before you leave?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 12:13 am
Særún did enjoy Language Arts, even if Miss Lyra was a bit intimidating sometimes... though, not in a scrutinizing her every look sort of way... Mostly in a "pay attention to my lessons" kind of way, which she supposed was good in a teacher? Either way, Miss Lyra was not someone she wanted to upset. Ever.
So, when the demon had asked to see her after class, she couldn't help but widen her eyes a little - a brief look of panic crossing her face as her tendrils flared slightly. Was she in trouble?? Did the new assignment not pass??? She nodded stiffly, and then finished gathering her things before shuffling over to Lyra's desk...
"You wanted to shee me?" She spoke carefully, though couldn't help the small lisp in her speech due to her teeth. Maybe signing would be better...
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 12:20 am
Ah, there it was, the panic. Why did everyone panic when Lyra asked to speak to them? Was it the way she dressed, perhaps? Or her naturally slightly.... dead eyes? Whoever her parents had been, they clearly hadn't given her the most welcoming face.
By the time the child reached her desk Lyra had pulled up the assignment handed to her, quickly grabbing her green pen and writing a quick but elegant 'A' at the top, gently sliding the paper towards Særún. With this settled, she shifted into her seat, helping make her slightly at eye-level. Swallowing thickly, the stiff woman offered an apologetic smile, hands folding together nervously.
"I wanted to say you passed. Your assignment was lovely, thank you. However," She paused, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she looked at the child remorsefully. How bad had that memory been? How long had it lingered? "I am sorry I did not prepare the assignment properly. I should have considered that not everyone would be able to complete my task in a way that was kind to them, and I did not. I am sorry, and I hope this classroom remains a safe place for you." Short, simple, avoiding digging into the issue enough to resurface anything. Or, so Lyra intended. Then again, she wasn't the best at talking to kids....
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 12:26 am
Særún blinked in surprise, but reached out to take the paper from the teacher... An A? She hadn't really expected that - though, she wasn't really sure what she'd been expecting... She looked up again, though didn't quite make eye contact - she hated making eye contact. As Lyra spoke, she found herself tilting her head slightly... was... she apologizing? To her? Who did that??
"Oh." She blurted before she really thought what she was going to say - markings lighting up briefly in embarrassment. "It'sh okay, Missh Lyra... I do like your classh a lot, it'sh one of my favorite onesh." The small geist nodded hurriedly, hoping that would make up for her little blunder. "Shank you for passhing me. And letting me redo it anosher way."
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 12:41 am
Lyra couldn't help the relieved smile, even giving a brief blink of slight amusement when the child mentioned liking her class. Rarely did she hear that, and it delighted her hearing she hadn't left the child feeling negatively towards the class she held positive feels for. She wanted to dive deeper, yet, Lyra had learned awhile ago that things were far simpler for children. Sometimes, they didn't need a deep conversation to understand what an adult said. Sometimes, at such a young age, children were far more understanding than their older versions.
"You are welcome. Thank you for redoing the assignment." Tilting her head, she regarded Særún with a fond smile, mentally jotting down to next time perhaps preface her request for a meeting with a comforting assurance the child was not in trouble.
"I believe I have held you enough, have I not? Thank you for humoring your silly teacher."
nepsah YOUR STUDENT HAS PASSED. This means you may use this as a credit for growth for your character for LA!
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