To Huginn, it always seemed that his peers had some idea of what they wanted to grow up to be. They wanted to grow up to breed familiars or dance. They wanted to be doctors or scientists or something exciting. The point was they had direction. Huginn always enjoyed listening to their dreams. However when it came to him well Huginn wasn't sure at all what he wanted to be. Sure he was in eldritch, and considering who his mother was history came easy but it was just something that was fun. It wasn't something that he really was passionate about. It was there that was the problem lay. You see at the school, they always wanted you to have an idea of what you wanted to do. They wanted you to have direction. Huginn dreaded the day he got one of those assignments. However he liked to get a head of things so here he was pondering where he wanted his future to take him, so when that dreaded assignment came along he would be able to knock it out with out prolbems. So what did he want? Well he wanted a job that made him as happy as his mom when she went out for her job.
Wait..maybe that was the solution? He had always liked making people happy. He was good at history. He could be a heritage manager or a conservation officer. A person who protected the history for people who found passion in it like his mother.
