Moving on

Tamblyn looked around the almost-empty room and sighed.  For two years, this had been her home.  She had spent her evenings studying at the desk, slept on the bed, sat in the chair… and now it was over. 

She was relieved, in a sense.  It had been hard work, trying to earn her Journeyman status.  She had not had any sort of social life that didn’t involve her classmates, that much was certain.  Somehow, though, it hadn’t really mattered.  The people she was with, day in and day out, they had become her family.  Now, though, they would all be scattered away, like leaves on the wind.

“Tam?” Elinora asked from the doorway.  “Are you ready?”

“Not even close,” Tamblyn murmured, hefting her rucksack over her shoulder.  Reluctantly, she turned away, not quite prepared to face her new life.