Blythe yawned, leaning against one of the walls of the gate. They were surprisingly early, but she blamed that on Claire, who had been excited ever since she got the news that she was accepted to be one of the first cog pilots ever, and that excitement had only increased when she had heard that Blythe had received the same letter. As a result, Claire had insisted to get up even earlier than actually needed,  to make sure they were on time and even then, she had been worried about being late.

Blythe turned to look at her sister for a moment, who had fallen asleep and smiled. She was glad they were given this chance, they both deserved it, even though Claire was no fighter, Blythe felt certain that she'd be useful. As for Blythe herself... She would probably have some use too for once, and maybe someone would finally appreciate something she did.