Blake was trapped between an insole and a soft place. His teacher's shoe had become a prison of sorts, but Ms. Solar was kind enough to keep her promise and kept her weight on the foot Blake wasn't trapped under. The reduced weight almost made things feel pleasant, and Ms. Solar wasn't moving around much, so he accepted his position for the time being. Ms. Solar began her lesson, and Blake was able to hear well enough through the leather walls of his teacher's pump. In the darkness he found himself in, his teacher's voice was the only thing there to capture his attention. No looking out the window, no fiddling with his pencil. So he paid attention to the lesson as his teacher had asked.
"Now, in the story of Icarus, his wings of wax melted by the heat of the sun when he flew too high. This lead to him drowning in the middle of the ocean." Blake scoffed at this. "who makes wings out of wax, anyway?" The teacher continued. "The story of Icarus is where we get the idiom 'flying too close to the sun', which has been in use for a long time." Ms. Solar wriggled her toes absentmindedly, pressing them against the side of Blake's face. The titanic teacher was getting more and more focused on her lesson, so her instinctive toe movements and pressure on Blake only increased as she taught her students about more Greek myths and their modern cultural impacts. The minuscule mage found the subject boring and got used to the toe scrunching. After some time, the bell rang, and the students began to leave. A lot of pressure was taken off of Blake as his teacher finally sat down at her desk. Ms. solar then...
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