Tempest-Bound

Tula had always known she would join the Archaeology Guild. It wasn’t as if her parents had explicitly forbidden her from joining anything else, but they always talked about Archaeology, and rarely of the others, that it was a foregone conclusion from the moment Tula was old enough to put word to thought. She was destined for Archaeology. It was obvious. She certainly had the passion for it–her parents all but read textbooks to her and her siblings as bedtime stories, and the joy that split their faces when she reached her child paws out to touch a souvenir from a dig her mother had brought home was certainly infectious–but there were moments where she wondered about the other guilds. About destiny. About obvious things. She wondered whenever her friends whose parents were from the Merchant’s Guild said they couldn’t play that day because they were helping their family with the shop and they’d promised. She wondered when they passed pet stalls at the market, as the sellers haggled