Fakir's Way-Back-Machine
Oct. 6th, 2011 07:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sword_and_shoesIt had been almost three months since Fakir had so nearly left his dearest Chika in America and flown, alone, to Russia to teach at the Royal Academy. Three months since Chika had dramatically crashed into the airport screening area and caused the big scene.
Three months since he and Chika sat together on the flight, his future looking just a little brighter.
Today he had three beginner classes and a pre-pointe class, and was done at lunch. Chika had rather sneakily pencilled into his schedule that the afternoon was hers, and who was Fakir to say otherwise? He was, therefore, sightly less threatening of an instructor as the day went on toward noon. Some of his students marked it as the same Fakir that comes up once every week or so, and took their luck as better that day for lack of stinging sticks and loud, sharp commands.
Thus it was that after his class was finished, he could be found hurrying back to Chika's accommodations, just as she had directed.
Three months since he and Chika sat together on the flight, his future looking just a little brighter.
Today he had three beginner classes and a pre-pointe class, and was done at lunch. Chika had rather sneakily pencilled into his schedule that the afternoon was hers, and who was Fakir to say otherwise? He was, therefore, sightly less threatening of an instructor as the day went on toward noon. Some of his students marked it as the same Fakir that comes up once every week or so, and took their luck as better that day for lack of stinging sticks and loud, sharp commands.
Thus it was that after his class was finished, he could be found hurrying back to Chika's accommodations, just as she had directed.
