Finally... It was finally his time. Owyn smirked as they were instructed to take their place on the plates. He looked to his right and left. Several of the people here on these pads wouldn't be in Beacon Academy tomorrow. The rest of them would have a team with which they would spend the next four years of their lives. Three of these lucky bastards would get to have one Owyn Tudor on their team. He envied them, if only slightly, because he'd never get that same opportunity. He bent his knees and readied his hands, leaving his blade sheathed as he focused on that rapidly approaching moment. Lyra, on the other hand, was bouncing back and forth on her feet, shifting weight from one to the other in eager anticipation. Her eyes narrowed only on the forest, stretching far into the horizon several stories below them. This was going to feel amazing. Her tail was stock still as one of her ears twitched. Already she'd noticed more than her fair share of disgusted glances. What did it matter? It didn't. If she was on their team, she'd be damned if they didn't give her every ounce of their motivation between now and Graduation Day. As long as she wasn't going to continue living with Owyn for the next four years, life would be great. What were the odds of that happening? She knew he was going to actively be trying not to see her first and, besides that, there had to be some kind of rule against family being on the same team... uh, right? [i]Spring![/i] Without missing a beat, the Faunus leaped from her pad at its highest point and spread her arms out wide. She shut her eyes tightly, letting the fierce wind of her momentum blow into her face. Her inhalations were deep and slow - you couldn't get air like this in any district of Vale. It felt so natural... Like a second home to her. Finally, gravity found its wayward child and began to pull her back to Earth. At first, it was only a gentle tug before the tenacity of physics got the best of her. Lyra twisted about, now facing the ground like a dart, waiting for just the right moment. The treetops were growing near... nearer... Almost... On the off-chance that any of her classmates were watching her, they wouldn't be for long. The moment she broke through the canopy was the moment she seemed to vanish into dust. For a moment, the wisps of air particles that were her essence continued hurdling toward the ground. However, shortly after they halted and floated gently to a nearby limb, about twelve feet away from the forest floor. It was here that she perched for a moment, one hand gripping the thick branch tightly while the other held her bow. Cautiously, her eyes pierced the dense wood. Was she the first one to make it to the bottom? That'd be a shame... She wanted to be up there as long as she could. Maybe they'd let her do it again sometime. For now, she was more excited to meet the rest of her would-be team. For a few minutes, she sat in complete silence. Nothing but the gentle draft and the sound of her recovering breath to fill the void. 'Flitting,' as she called it, was quite the energy drainer, sure, but it was nothing compared to Owyn's exhausting trick. In honesty, though, Lyra preferred her own semblance over his. It made getting away from the family that much easier. Finally, she let herself down from the tree and clipped an arrow onto the string of her bow, just standing by for any Grimm that might already be lurking. [i]Please not Owyn... Please...[/i] ---- With a grunt of exertion, Owyn was launched from the cliff and into the air. Instantly his eyes were scanning for a good landing point. Nope, that was the point. You make your own landing space. If that was the case, then so be it. He threw his feet out in front of him and drew his sword, finally beginning to plummet toward the ground. Bursting through the treetop he bent his knees and, as soon as he felt the branch beneath them, kicked downward. The branch shattered under his weight and he passed through it, slowing down only slightly as he did it again to the next. After destroy about three branches, Owyn finally stopped his trajectory and was able to push off of one, leaving it only cracked as his hand reached for the next open branch it could find. The bark scraped against his rough hand as he swung and released, finding footing on a lower space before hopping to the next and finally onto the ground. He brushed off his coat and gave himself a once over. "Coulda been better, I guess," He muttered to himself, slicing the air to test the balance of his sword. "Good, no worse for wear... Movin' out." Owyn cracked the vertebrae of his neck before taking his first [i]steps[/i] into and through Emerald Forest.