Office Hours [12.2]
December. Really, Ghanima loathed winter. The trip from her hotel suite up to the school had left her rather frozen and disgruntled, and all she wanted was a nice scorching desert. Somewhere with nothing but sand and wind-blasted rock for thousands of miles.
Yesterday's class had made her a bit nostalgic.
She settled in to her chair with the large mug of coco as she started going over the notes for next week. One last chapter of Tzu's manifesto to cover, and then it would be time to see what they'd learned.
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Yesterday's class had made her a bit nostalgic.
She settled in to her chair with the large mug of coco as she started going over the notes for next week. One last chapter of Tzu's manifesto to cover, and then it would be time to see what they'd learned.
[open!]