pandoragal

 “Hey, Escargot! Where’s Miss Madeleine? Class shoulda started by now...” the tanned boy with feathers in his hair, one of the five standing around her, elbowed the adjacent Escargot playfully, trying to catch the usually distracted girl’s attention, and she looked up at him with a slightly confused expression, making him add, “Do ya’ think something happened to her?”        “Calm down, Pico. She’s just late, it happens all the time,” the brown-haired Sorbet trailed off, lost in her textbook. After leafing through a few pages, she finished, “She’s probably just finishing

“Teacher,” she thought to herself while she stared at her Will-o’-Wisp schedule. Madeleine was a woman she considered a more of a mother than the teaching type, having been the only person who stayed with her since almost when she first existed. “Mom,” she rolled the world around in her head like most rolled a word on her tongue. When Madeleine taught it to her, she remembered immediately assigning it to her, and though she could see the anxiety in her now-teacher’s soft face, she accepted the title bashfully. She understood now the implication, but she supposed the mom epithet would simply have to be repl