“I suppose,” Coral replied to Esther’s query as to her excitement. She made sure that her voice suggested the opposite of what she said. She had worked hard to get here, after all, and finally seeing the place for real, and not just in pictures or holocaust, was something. It certainly was far more impressive than things back “home”. If those barbarians could see her now… but of course, they couldn’t. That would have completely voided the whole reason for coming here.

Was it a dream? Well, other than the fact that the others were questioning if it were (did your own hallucinations question the existence of your dream reality?), she could see how it could feel that way. It had been a rigorous trial to get this far, and now all they had to do was walk down some steps, and they’d be in Beacon proper, ready to become hunters and huntresses.

The ship touched ground, and a subtle shock rippled through its frame as it came to a well-practiced stop. The pilots were pretty good this time. Gerald asked if they should go, and Coral gave him a look that said “No, really? I came all this way to stay on the ship.”

Instead, she said “I suppose” and made her way back down the stairs she’d just ascended a few minutes ago and struggled her way through the crowds. Oh, wait, shield girl would take a while to get through. Coral considered for a moment. She could go on without them, and perhaps attach herself to some other group. Or she could go alone and try to figure out what she was supposed to do on her own. Or she could wait a few minutes for the crowds to clear enough for cumbersome and awkward to make her way down. The last one sounded like the least bother, so she leaned against the off ramp, casually stretching her legs, since she hadn’t really gotten the chance to do it on the upper deck since she’d been up there for such a short time.