Emery had taken only enough time to set up her bookshelves and set out her tailoring tools on the center shelf the rest held her novels and knick knacks. Her crochet hooks and yarn were in her room. She would work on changing the colors of the furniture and carpeting to her liking later. She pulled her hair into a bun that sat on the back of her head and then after making sure her uniform wasn’t wrinkled she headed out to meet up with the Counselor. She in general didn’t mind counseloring meetings. It was medical she tried to avoid. She never enjoyed being in the medical department seeing another in pain bugged her, plus depending on the doctor the short jokes got old. Rules were rules, she didn’t have to enjoy it to do it.

She found the counseling offices and rang the chime.

Emery Mackenzie McCoy, Yeoman, Tailor (brat cat in disguise)