Oliver was surprised at how soft Priscilla's hands were. Oliver felt her tighten her grip a little bit before asking about him, Oliver replied, "Well, for the past 4 years, I've been attending Sanctum. You know, that school in the Mistral region that trains warriors? Yeah, well, that place." Oliver smiled as he noticed the atmosphere around them went from sad to happy. Oliver tightened his his grip, holding Priscilla's hand a little more, but not enough to inflict discomfort. As they walked, Oliver took note of the pleasant breeze that occasionally blew past him, It was nice. To feel the bracing winds softly float along his skin was nostalgic, it reminded him of his home. "Actually.." Oliver continued what he was saying, "I haven't been [i]home[/i] in over 7 months. I've been so caught up in school , trying to make it here, to Beacon, I didn't really have time to go back home and visit." Oliver added. His dog ears pointed up in excitement. "I think I'm going to write a letter home, being the first day and all, I'll have plenty of time !" Oliver stated loudly, almost shouting.A smile was now permanently stapled on Oliver's face as he thought about writing home. [i] Maybe they'll even write back..I hope their proud[/i], Oliver thought to himself as he turned his head and faced the wind. Oliver entered a state of bliss, holding hands with a girl, being himself, completely relaxed. Everything was good.