Icarus shuffled his way down to the Hall of Elements. He curled his lips inward as he felt most of the attending students glaring at him– probably due to the incidents from last night, Ancano included– Fuck, that godsdamned mer was there already. Somewhat thankfully, he had seemed rather occupied by the… They were calling it The Eye now, weren’t they? Didn’t matter, it kept Ancano off his arse, thats all he needed.
The justiciar recomposed himself as he gave the students a smug scoff. He looked around– he didn’t see the cat around thankfully, maybe today would be a good day.
He crooked his brow his brow when it wasn’t Faralda approaching the class, but another mer he had seen around the college as of late. He wasn’t sure what to make of him, his first guess by his appearance was a Bosmer, but that mer was far too tall for a Wood Elf, and blue-eyed Altmer were too rare of a sight to see around Skyrim, plus the lack of an Altmeri accent.
“Greetings class. Faralda has-has c-come down with the- uh- the uh– th-th-the flu. I’d ad-ad-advise t-to stay clear if-if you uh– you see her and lets all re–uh-remember th-that I am not a ch-ch-charity healer if you uh– get sick, I have bills t-t-to pay too.” The mer centered himself between all of the students, “Th-th-this is the uh– the uh– destr–uh-… destruction class, yes? Is thi- Is this everyone?”
Icarus rolled his eyes. It’d be sunset before this instructor finishes the godsdamned role call.
After last night’s shift, the resulting lack of sleep, the splitting headache from the morning after, and the stress of knowing he’d been spotted in his ‘wolf form by the Thalmor whelp wasn’t really dulled all that much by his hastily-drunk mead, and in fact, only seemed to worsen things, especially light… Light was…not comfortable at all… It wasn’t helping his churning stomach, either… The Khajiit just wanted to sleep and get something in his stomach to calm it down, but he had class this morning, and he was cutting it awful close already. He wasn’t looking forward towards a reprimand from Faralda on top of it all. It was bad enough that he had to deal with the whelp in class.
J’hasi managed to slip into the classroom in the nick of time, but unfortunately seeing who was in the room made the morning ten times worse than it already was. The two Thalmor he never wanted to see again and…by the Hist that was…
Oh no…
The Khajiit could just feel his insides cringing at the sight of that mer he’d met at the inn, the one that had patched him up. Granted he’d probably saved his life, but…Hist, couldn’t’ve he been just a little bit gentler about it? And the tail end of his introduction made his stomach feel even worse…he was going to be teaching them in the class he most often got hurt in… Maybe…maybe he could still sneak out…?
Unfortunately Ancano’s eyes had caught sight of him, and the Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled in the barest hint of a scowl. He wasn’t going to let that bastard think he was leaving because of him. He wasn’t afraid of that snooty, crooked-nose pompous fuck. J’hasi quietly made his way towards the other students, slipping in next to Brelyna, getting a brief, mildly-surprised glance from her before she returned her attention to the new mer up front.
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