Rhea watched as a green haired meister sadly put the weapon down and walk away. She smiled softly, knowing what he was probably feeling right now. Slowly, she walked around the courtyard until she was next to him. She smiled warmly. "Dont worry if the first weapon you find isnt compatable. Ive had that happen to me a few times." She held out her hand, looking up into the meisters eyes. He was about an inch or two taller than her, which she didnt mind. It was a comfortable height difference. "Im Rhea Winslow. Three year weapon at the DWMA." Could this boy match her wavelength? She certainly wanted to try. He looked like a friendly, analytical person from the way he had been watching the group of newbies.