"What do you think you're doing?" The irritated tones of Instructor Drakkon's voice rang out across the room, cutting through Sky's melancholy thoughts. Sky turned bloodshot eyes on the doorway. Once more Instructor Drakkon looked angry with drawn eyebrows and a slightly downturned mouth.
"I- I was just about to pack." Sky said mildly as she forced her stiff body to rise.
"Pack? Are you going somewhere?" Instructor Drakkon snapped as he drummed his fingers on his belt. Sky looked at it and was forcibly reminded of her father. A stab of pain lanced through her heart and her mouth twisted.
She got up and walked to the desk. Opening the drawers, she began pulling her belongings out and placing them on the desk's surface. Then she looked around the room for her bag. It wasn't there.
"Practice room." She muttered to herself. She crossed the room to go get it. Instructor Drakkon stepped into her path.
