From the moment she had gotten onto the airship to the beginning of the holographic message, Zana had been a blur followed by absurdly long ribbons. This was her first time riding an airship, so she wanted to see anything and everything she could before it landed and her chance was over. As the ship lifted off, her attention focused on the windows. Zana gazed with wonder at the land pulling away from her as she flew toward the sky.

Once they'd reached the clouds, Zana's head filled with thoughts of eating the clouds. [i]They look so soft,[/i] she thought. [i]I wonder if they taste like cotton candy.[/i] Unfortunately for her, it didn't seem like she would be finding out on this trip, as a hologram of Glenda Goodwitch shimmered to life nearby, drawing her attention back inside the ship.

She looked on as Glenda gave the welcome speech, hanging on her every word. Zana's excitement, which she had thought to be at its peak, rose to a fever pitch as Glenda rattled off the history of Beacon Academy. However, all that drained away as the end of Glenda's speech came up: 

[color=purple]"As we arrive to the doors of Beacon, it is expected of you all to act with the dignity required to attend this school. No horse play on the airship, no sparring, no absurd roughhousing, and no bothering the staff during their work."[/color]

Zana's face fell. Her look of attentive excitement was replaced by a deep pout. How would she get to know her friends if she couldn't fight them? The fastest way to get to know someone, as far as Zana was concerned, was to try to kill them, so sparring was far better than wandering around and having idle conversations.

[i]No, this can't stand.[/i]

Her eyes surveyed the crowd of students, looking for someone, anyone, who looked interesting. Her attention settled upon a boy with white hair gazing out the window at the passing clouds. She made her way over to him in a flash, weaving through the crowd like she'd lived in one her whole life.

Zana's left arm swept upward in one fluid motion, sending the ribbon forward to tap on the boy's shoulder while leaving her hand free to point a fist at him. Her right hand reached down to finger the handle of her holstered weapon, itching to draw it. [color=darkorange]"Heyo, stiffy! Ya look 'bout as bored as I'm gonna be in five minutes. Wanna break the boredom with a fight?"[/color]

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