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She really is brilliant. To teach at Augury University is notable enough, but at Indigo’s age? It’s downright impressive. Indigo is the only person working here that teaches more than one subject. And not only does she teach charms and history, but she could totally cover a potions class as well. When I used that potion of her own creation the weekend we met, it washighlyeffective, my hormones going wild. Even now, I’m not one hundred percent sure the effects have completely worn off. Or maybe they have, and I just wish I had an excuse for my little obsession with my subordinate.
“After The Convergence, the Earth looked geographically different. What changed?” she asks.
I peer through the window, trying not to be seen. The entire class has their eyes directly on Indigo, all wanting to be the first to answer her questions.
A white haired cambion raises their hand. “Land masses split worse than my parents’ during the divorce.”
Indigo looks as though she’s suppressing a giggle.
“Some places squished together. I heard one country even ended up on the orc planet,” a faun-girl adds, smiling wide.
A masculine orc rolls his eyes. “The planet’s called Barac.”
“Sorry!” the faun squeaks.
My mother had books about the crash, written by our ancestors. A country known as Scotland ended up on Barac, the orc planet, and it moved many other places around. For a while, each magical race sort of stayed to themselves, but as time moved on, we all intermingled.
Indigo rests her thumb on her jaw. “When the new magical races practically fell onto Earth, we worked alongside them to rename lands. Can anyone tell me what The Americas used to be called?”
A tall elf with long, pin straight dark hair raises her hand. “North and South America, which is goofy. I’m so glad they changed it back to Turtle Island and Abya Yalla.”
“Not that I disagree, because I’m glad they paid homage to the land's indigenous roots, but why do you think North and South America are silly names?” Indigo asks, a smile creeping across her face.
“They needed a tool to even tell what direction they were going,” the elf says.
“Hey, full-blooded humans still use those,” an elfborn reminds the room. “It’s not humanity's fault they don’t have an innate sense of direction.”
“No, but it’s kind of embarrassing,” a serpentine jests.
Not that I disagree, but I try not to pick on humans for their lack of magic. They’ve got other things going for them, like normal human courting, sans mating frenzies. Human births are a lot shorter than orcs, and are statistically safer, so they didn’t develop these pesky, amorous instincts like we did.
Indigo coughs, trying to change the subject. She probably takes the human jokes a little personally, since she considers herself one. She is a human, but she is also an elfborn. They are often at odds with one another, even though the two halves create a beautiful whole. “How many continents were there before The Convergence?” she asks the class.
“Professor Watson, that number didn’t change. We had seven, and now we have seven, it’s just different.” The same faun from earlier says with a joyful confidence.
“You’re right! Can anyone name them?”
The tall elf girl with long hair jumps out of her seat as if she were avoiding the world’s most venomous spider and shouts. “Alkebulan, Arabia, Asia, Europa, Ice Lands, Levant, and The Americas!”
“Good job, Raven. You all really know your stuff.” Indigo beams. “Consider this your exit ticket. Enjoy an early dismissal!”
I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her big brain and her small breasts, and I want to kiss them every day, for as long as she will let me. Right now? She is not letting me. Ugh.
I wish she didn’t want me. If she didn’t want me, this would be easy. I don’t do unrequited love, or lust, so I’d simply move on. It’s the idea that she desires me so badly while I equally desire her, yet some rule is preventing us from acting upon our natural instincts. On Barac? This would never happen. Someone would call us into a room and say, “We can smell how both of you feel, please mate and be merry.”
But this is Earth, and I have to follow the rules, even though human rules feel silly to me. I was born here. I am part human, but I don’tfeelhuman. They are small and anxious. Correction, Indigo is small and anxious, neither of which I know what feels like. I seek to understand her… the fear that eats her up inside, that causes her to shake, to blush. Can a friend do all that? Is that what she has Professor Taylor for? Does she even need me?
The door to the classroom building swings open, and a small crowd of youthful faces come out, venturing off to their next class. There are cambion, orclings, satyrs, elflings, humans, hybrids, and more, and it’s an exciting sight. I may not always feel completely home on Earth, but I do feel at home in this jungle, with these jovial mages who yearn to improve.
Indigo stands at the front with her arms around herself, giving herself a hug. “Hey, I saw you out there watching the class. Is there something you need, or are you just bored and brushing up on your history?” Her violet eyes bounce around the room, and I can tell she’s nervous. When she’s comfortable, she tends to lean her body to one hip, but when she’s anxious, her body shifts the energy back and forth from leg to leg, like she’s doing now. It’s awkward yet adorable.
“Something like that. Could I have the item that’s in the pocket of that sweater?” I ask, and Freja squeaks, her little green body gyrating with excitement.
Indigo’s dark, thin eyebrows draw together as she pulls the bag of treats out of the pocket, and Freja goes flying towards her.
“Freja, let her hand those to me,” I say, but it is too late. Freja has ripped the bag out of her hand, flown over to the nearest podium, and is chomping away at the cheese crackers.
Indigo lets out a loud, giggling laugh. It warms my cheeks, and I chuckle. “It’s been a day, hasn’t it?” she asks.
