C78 Learning difficulty

Ilrica sat tensely in her seat, absentmindedly running her claws back and forth along her desk, cutting into the material, her eyes lost in thought.

Ms. Stubbs rubbed her lucky tarnac’s claw as she walked up to the front of the class, chanting a good fortune mantra to herself. “I can’t tell you what a pleasant week it has been. Not one mishap, not one animal attack, not one mysterious illness..