Michelle sat near a window, facing outward. Her cloak was on with the hood up, and she preferred it that way. Her eyes wandered around the landscape, taking it all in. She wasn't sure how to feel now that she was on her way to Beacon. She supposed she should be proud, since after all, it is a great hunting schools to go to. Still, she was leaving home, and had to rely on herself now. She clutched her rifle, Artemis, in her hands, and hoped for the best. She was becoming a Huntress, and nothing could change that.

There were a few people chatting all around her, but that was to be expected. After all, she wasn't the only one joining Beacon. Still, it was a bit annoying, and one of her cat ears twitched involuntarily. Michelle merely tried to ignore it and continued watching the landscape pass by as the ship moved toward Beacon.