[littl3chocobo]

the hour walk home gave him time to get out some of the adreniline he had and work ot some of the anziaty too, he was very happy to get the position it was one surly custom tailored to his magic style and restrictions, he did not even mind so much that he'd be teaching boys and girls only a couple years younger than himself. when he came into the compound he was greeted by sheep and children, the noise and dirt was not unwelcome but also a notible change from the quiet he left and would, when he got inside, be going back too. he walled along a side lane and into a small door, the warmth and quit folded onto him like a blanket, the smell of old books and new intermingled in his nose, he wandered through the binding storage and into the factory section of the great house, he turned into the narrow hall rooms to either side of him filled with aunts uncles and cousins, all in various stages of making and repairing books, the quiet murmer of song reached his ears and he felt safe in a way only home can be