Among the hustle and bustle of the excited students, eager to admire the view or get to know there fellow future classmates, a gentle rasping noise could be heard. It repeated at rhythmic almost meditative pace. Those who cared to find the source of this add noise would find Cinis Vulcan doing what she often did when she didn't have much else to do. She worked on her sword. The young woman's dark eyes were focused only on the blade in her lap, and the careful yet firm motion of her sharpening stone. The Gladius was an old family weapon, and she took great care in keeping it battle ready. She supposed that anywhere else she'd be an intimidating sight. A young woman so casually and expertly honing the edge of her blade as if she had violence in mind. But here, among this crowd, she was just another student. The thought made her smile a little. It would be nice, in a way, to get away from her family and their reputation for a time. She couldn't walk the streets of her home town these days with getting some unpleasant looks from someone. But here, the name of 'Vulcan' would care less weight. Her smile turned a bit rueful. ~Not that I intend to hid my family name. That's why your here right? To whip away your parents folly with your valor. To make the Vulcan family name once more stand for something worthy of your history.- She could only hope it was as easy to do as it was to think. From there, her thoughts turned to her team. She was...apprehensive at the random selection process that academy tended to use. But they had all been accepted, surly they'd all be as serious and determined to be master hunters and huntresses as she was.