Clinic. She had to go to the clinic. That in itself was okay, she decided; she was
a vet, and it was her job to help make sure all the dragons and other animals on campus were doing well. There was nothing wrong with the clinic
, it was just meeting her mentor. She had met Primrose before, in the exams and during a brief meeting where she helped each of her apprentices pick a division of the warden class to join. Since then, she hadn't had any alone time with her mentor, but it was evidently time for that to be remedied.
Anne-Marie forced herself out of bed, to stop shaking, and to pull on one of her outfits. After pulling on her white T-shirt and leather vest and pants, Anne immediately began shaking again. Would Primrose like her? She had seemed like a friendly enough woman in their first meeting, but Anne had barely spoken, and she wasn't sure if it was just Primrose keeping up an appearance. Anne wrapped her arms around her torso, her back against the wall of her cabin.
You can do this, she repeated to herself. You can do this. Despite the soothing mantra, Anne didn't believe a word of it. She tugged on the brass goat dangling around her neck, hoping that the pendant would, in some way, help enhance her confidence. She had twelve years with Primrose! What if they didn't like each other? She made a tiny whimpering noise and wrapped her arms around herself once more. Her legs threatened to give out, so she put more weight against the wall, fighting her body to stay upright.
What's worse than meeting her is being late, she told herself, she's sure not to like me if I'm late. Anne glanced up at the clock in her cabin. Nine. Good, she was still early and had no chance of being late. That calmed her nerves slightly, and she was able to put weight on her legs again. If I leave now, I should be okay. Leave now. She nodded and started walking out of the cabin and toward the clinic.
Anne force her mind into a blank until she arrived at the rather large clinic, and she managed to enter before all her fears flooded into her. Nine, it was still close to nine, she was still early, but Primrose was nowhere to be found. What if she forgot something at the cabin? Did she need a pencil? What were they doing? Did she know enough? Anne sank into one of the chairs in the lobby, pulling her legs up to her chest. It felt like her throat was swelling shut, and she poured all her focus into breathing. Mentally, she repeated, It's going to be okay, over and over again. At least there wasn't anyone in the clinic to ask her if she was okay; not yet, anyway.