Meditations on First Philosophy

kylar fritz

A junior professor, huh? Kylar's head canted slightly to the side as she assessed him with new eyes. He was young, though perhaps that was only through the lens of a woman with children and a stable marriage. There was a quiet confidence in the way he took up space in her garden, not because he owned the place, but perhaps because he could learn its contents front and back if he had to. A well exercised mind was something to behold and Aryth had shown exceptional talent for adapting in a situation where brawn would have failed. He had vanquish the scourge upon her garden and, for that, he had Kylar's respect.

And her friendship.

Being an adjunct professor, Kylar had struggled to form lasting relationships with other professors. If anything, she was viewed as an accessory to educational pursuits... which to some degree, she was. Her primary job was to provide an opportunity for field work. And she did have a penchant for mischievously watching as Willow ran circles around the poor students that came to get their field work done.

"Kylar," she said with a smile. "Kylar Fritz." She extended a paw for him to tap if he felt so inclined to "shake hands".

"We should teach a class together, I agree. Perhaps mole capturing, advanced methods?" Black-tipped ears twitched as she laughed, eyes light with warmth.

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ooc. Fin! I loved this <3