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aldersprigThis is set in Cynara's Doomsday Academy, several years after its founding. Dáirine is the daughter of Amadeus and Margherita, from Year Nine stories, and shows up briefly in Yoshi tales.
On the first day of class, Dáirine - Professor Lily - gave each of her students a small clay pot filled with dirt and a maple seed.
This year, as with every year so far, she watched the students as they looked in confusion between her and the pots.
One of them - a girl with the Aelfgar look to her, although that wasn't saying much, around here - cleared her throat. Gróa, that was her name, poor thing. "Miss - Professor Lily? We already had science class."
Brave girl. Dáirine smiled at her. "Yes. I know. But there are more things to be learned from a seed and a pot than, say, photosynthesis. Now, humor me, if you will. Plant your seed, then pass around the water."
She showed them by example, planting her own seed in its little pot. "Very good. Now, this tree is going to be with you until you graduate from Doomsday-"
"What if it dies?" The young man had a curly mess of red hair and more freckles than any three people ought to have. Sawyer, his name was.
"Well, then, we'll learn something from that, too, and you'll get another seed."
"So... it's meant to be a metaphor?" Gróa leaned forward. "Sort of?"
"Very good." Dáirine used her best you-clever-person-you smile. "Many metaphors. The first of which will be - that which you nurture, survives."
She sat down on her desk and looks around. "So. What do you think that the survivors of The Great Mess nurtured?"
On the first day of class, Dáirine - Professor Lily - gave each of her students a small clay pot filled with dirt and a maple seed.
This year, as with every year so far, she watched the students as they looked in confusion between her and the pots.
One of them - a girl with the Aelfgar look to her, although that wasn't saying much, around here - cleared her throat. Gróa, that was her name, poor thing. "Miss - Professor Lily? We already had science class."
Brave girl. Dáirine smiled at her. "Yes. I know. But there are more things to be learned from a seed and a pot than, say, photosynthesis. Now, humor me, if you will. Plant your seed, then pass around the water."
She showed them by example, planting her own seed in its little pot. "Very good. Now, this tree is going to be with you until you graduate from Doomsday-"
"What if it dies?" The young man had a curly mess of red hair and more freckles than any three people ought to have. Sawyer, his name was.
"Well, then, we'll learn something from that, too, and you'll get another seed."
"So... it's meant to be a metaphor?" Gróa leaned forward. "Sort of?"
"Very good." Dáirine used her best you-clever-person-you smile. "Many metaphors. The first of which will be - that which you nurture, survives."
She sat down on her desk and looks around. "So. What do you think that the survivors of The Great Mess nurtured?"
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Date: 2014-11-25 02:15 am (UTC)The name immediately makes me think of Diane Duane's Wizardry series. How do you pronounce it, with the ´ in it?