[center][h3][color=007fff]Abel Fulgurate – Cafeteria[/color][/h3][/center]

A lack of further conversation dominated the breakfast scene between Sapphire and Abel, but he didn't stress it too much, and he felt that the silence suited his teammate just fine, as well.  After finishing his food and drink, he inclined his head at Sapphire with a simple, “Have a good day,” and left.  His tray and plate, clean except for a few spatters of pear juice, whizzed off down the conveyer into the kitchen, and will visibly more excitement than usual he departed the cafeteria for the locker room.  Only pausing there long enough to grab the Ampere before moving on, he made tracks through the hallways, his size and breezy manner causing others to wonder what business the quiet guardian might be up to as they moved out of his path.  In a stunning feat of multitasking, he attended to his scroll when its tone informed him of a newly-received message and read it in the go.  So, it would be just him and Krystanthe, after all?  He felt as though a small weight had been lifted from his shoulders.  With groups, he always felt obliged to act differently, but he knew that in one-on-one situations he could be himself.  And hopefully, that would be someone that Krysanthe would think well of.

In no time at all, he emerged from a side door into the cheery morning sun and brisk autumn breeze.  He stopped for a moment to breath in the air and let the wind ruffle his 'do, reflecting on how much Beacon looked like a castle from the outside.  The school truly was, Abel felt, a magical place, and no matter how tough math got or what freaks of nature he faced during missions, he was glad he came.  To have met so many people and experienced such an environment filled him with a sort of pride, though he hadn't really done all that much.  Sadly -or perhaps, fortunately- this moment of introspection could not last forever, and Abel made a beeline for the Survival classroom.  Once past the overgrown, derelict building, it was an almost straight shot through a grove of trees to the cliff that overlooked the Emerald Forest.  The guardian did not expect that Krysanthe might be there first, instead fretting that it might be weird to show up to a meeting place so early, but he could not quash the spring in his step as he approached, spear in hand.