"Please?"

You cross your arms.

"No."

"Pleeease?"

Your arm remained crossed.

"No."

Your old colleague, Lux, spread her arms on the circular table. She clasped her hands and shook with her head flat on the table. Her blond hair shimmered under the cloudless sunny day. A gentle breeze waved past, cooling the surrounding area of the outdoor cafe you sat in. Her canine ears drooped down.

"How did this come by anyways?"

Lux pulled herself back up. She ate a mouthful of her slice of strawberry cake. Her eyes closed tight in a brief, blissful, sugar high. The coffee, topped with five sugar cube and cream, was raised by Lux, she jerked her head back and downed the sugary abomination of what was a Lunarian Coffee. Lux let out a long and content sigh.

"Our headmistress wanted us faculties to look for new teachers, not from our usual alumnis or the list of candidates. Someone outside of the student's... lifestyle. They need a teacher who needs to ground them in relaity."

"You mean they're bunch of children w