Galatea walked through the stone archway of Kelpie Academy, her boots tapping softly on the polished floor, her cat Miaya weaving between her legs.

The smell of fresh herbs from the academy’s garden reminded her of the salves she made back home, a far cry from the barren Valley of the Void Disciple where she grew up.

That harsh place, with its rocky soil and biting winds, had taught her to find beauty in survival, like a stubborn tulip pushing through cracks.

Now, standing in this warm, book-lined hall, she felt a quiet thrill: this place could be the home she’d been searching for, a place to share her love of plants and healing.

Head Scholar Magus Amir met her in his office, a cozy room with sunlight spilling through tall windows. His handshake was firm, his eyes sharp but kind as he sized her up.

“Galatea, your work with herbs and your knack for thriving in tough conditions make you the right fit for the KAOTC Council,” he said, gesturing to a chair.

She sat, scratching Miaya’s ears, and told him how the Valley shaped her: hard lessons that led to a life of tending gardens and teaching others to work with nature.

Amir nodded, impressed by her practical wisdom and steady demeanor. “This academy needs someone like you,” he said, “someone who’s faced hardship and still chooses growth.”

As they talked, Galatea felt a weight lift; Kelpie wasn’t just a job, it was where she belonged, a forever home for her and Miaya, rooted in purpose and peace.

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