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[h3][center][color=228b22]Docks[/color][/center][/h3]

Trad stood at the docks watching the crowds of his classmate’s relatives disembark. It was interesting to see the diversity of where everyone came from. Current and former hunters, human and faunus families as well as mixed, and all from different parts of the globe with different financial situations. It would be nice to hear the stories of how they came from such backgrounds and ended up wanting to become hunters, but first he had to locate his own. Truth be told he wasn’t actually expecting them to show up in the first place. They had never really approved of his decision to become a hunter, but they had done their best to show their support in his choices so perhaps them coming was their way of showing that.

Finally when it looked like the ships had unloaded every last passenger, Trad spotted the fiery beard of his father, Blad, and the platinum hair of his mother, Fern, just getting off. Pushing his way through the crowds he got right up to the two and pulled him in for a hug while he greeted them. [color=228b22]”Hey! Glad to see you made it. Hope it wasn’t a lot of trouble to get here.”[/color]

[color=4F7942]”Eh, there was some turbulence, but it wasn’t from waves of Grimm like I’m sure you’ve had to deal with.”[/color] His father jested giving Trad a light punch to the shoulder.

[color=71BC78]”He’s only been here a few weeks, Blad, I’m sure he hasn’t had to do anything that dangerous...Right?”[/color] His mother asked hoping the answer wasn’t one that would cause concern.

Trad had yet to tell them of what happened on their mission, if they found out he had lost a teammate on his first mission he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Instead he just smiled and changed the subject. [color=228b22]”We haven’t been given anything we couldn’t handle. But we have plenty of time for stories later. Come, they’re serving breakfast in the athletics center. I’m sure you two are hung-”[/color]

Eager to talk to his parents, Trad didn’t pay attention to where he was going and ran right into Sepia’s parents nearly knocking them over. [color=228b22]”OH! Excuse me! I’m so sorry about that.”[/color]

Blad leaned closer to Fern and whispered [color=4F7942]“You’d think people in this profession would be more observant.”[/color]

[color=71BC78]“They are still students I guess.”[/color]

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