[center][color=darkred][h1]Cinis Vulcan[/h1][/color][/center]

Among the hustle and bustle of the excited students, eager to admire the view or get to know there fellow future classmates, a gentle rasping noise could be heard. It repeated at rhythmic, almost meditative pace. Those who cared to find the source of this odd noise would find Cinis Vulcan doing what she often did when she didn't have much else to do. Working on her sword. The young woman's dark eyes were focused only on the blade in her lap and the careful, yet firm, motion of her sharpening stone. The Gladius was an old family weapon, and she took great care in keeping it battle ready. Ever now and then she'd let her eyes wonder up, examining the others around her and letting her mind wander. 

While she took in the other youthful and excited hunters it was difficult for her to not  wonder who among these many students could potentially be her team members in the very near future. It was impossible to say, and foolish to place hopes for anyone specific. Especially since she didn't know any of them. While she was going to Beacon that was partly because she wanted away from her home while she trained. A new place and a fresh start. Everyone she knew was still in Mistral. And even when she had been training at Sanctum she hadn't been the most social. Not that it would have been exactly easy to make many friends. Some of the students there had been directly affected by her families poor decisions, if not indirectly at some point. That was the sort of thing to get around the rumor mill and make creating meaningful connections a tad bit more problematic. To that end, she didn't really know anyone here she realized with a odd moment of loneliness. Her brothers and sisters, her only real friends, were all back home. She pushed the thought away and looked back down at her sword and focused once more on the soothing task of honing its edge.

A faint smirk came to her lips as she did. She supposed that anywhere else she'd be an intimidating sight. A young woman so casually and expertly honing the edge of her blade as if she had violence in mind. But here, among this crowd, she was just another student. The thought made her smile a little. It would be nice, in a way, to get away from her family and their reputation for a time. She couldn't walk the streets of her home town these days with getting some unpleasant looks from someone. But here, the name of 'Vulcan' would care less weight. Her smile turned a bit rueful. ~Not that I intend to hid my family name. That's why your here right? To redeem your parents folly with your valor. To make the Vulcan family name once more stand for something worthy of your history.- She could only hope it was as easy to do as it was to think. From there, her thoughts turned back to her future team. She was...apprehensive at the random selection process that academy tended to use. But they had all been accepted into Becon, surly they'd all be as serious and determined to be master hunters and huntresses as she was.


Motion, noise, and a faint grumbling from near her caught her attention. She looked up from her busy work and noted . A boy near where she was sitting and looking rather sickly out the window cursing about gravity. "First time flyer?" she stated more than asked. "Looking out the window only tends to make motion sickness worst you know. And flying is still statistically the safest way to travel." She casually stated the facts, though she was fairly sure that they wouldn't help the boy much it she always thought it best to share these things in case they didn't know. "And since I'd really rather not get your lunch all over my shield..." she continued reaching into her back and pulling out a small back of candied ginger "Here, take one. Ginger helps calm nausea."