It was almost time for Talia to become a big girl and move on to the junior dorms of the academy, but in many ways she didn’t feel as though she was mature enough to do so. Especially when she looked at the paper that she had to take back for homework to give to her teacher the next day. It was about writing about what one wanted to be when they grew up, but she didn’t have any idea! Wasn’t that something you were supposed to come up with as a senior? Or an older junior? She was still so small! How could she possibly know what she wanted to do at this point?

She sighed and looked around the room, where her now-four fennekits were playing with some sort of rope toy and playing tug-of-war with it, eventually with one side losing and when the winner was trying to enjoy their victory, another of them would come up and snatch it away, starting the whole thing over again.

Her gaze slowly moved back to the piece of paper in front of her. Well, she didn’t know what job she wanted to have exactly, but she did know that she wanted to be some sort of advocate for those who had been bullied like herself. She moved herself back to the paper and started to write.

“While I’m not sure what exactly I want to do as a job when I grow up, I do know that I want to help other little freshlings who are like myself, bullied and not feeling like they belong anywhere. I know that being a geist has caused some of those problems, so I would like to help other little geists and those who are different or bullied or just feel out of place to have some sort of safe place or someone to talk to.” She would write more, but that was what she had for right now, and it was a good enough start.