[center][color=efddb5][h1]Kohaku[/h1][/color][/center]

[indent]There had been a hope—however slim—that upon reaching Shade Academy, Kohaku would have some respite before having to return to the wastes again. It appeared she was wrong. After only a few weeks, the school year commenced, and rather than spending her days in a cool adobe classroom, she was rattling about in the back of a jeep with their destination far enough into the wastes that all she could see were dunes to their fore and a plume to their aft. She had never much liked the odd vehicle, or its operation. They were too loud, too visible, and used up way too much dust for her most common forays into the desert. She would have preferred to make whatever journey their overseer had planned for them on foot. Though, based on her appearance, perhaps that kind of exertion was too much for their ostensible leader. The girl had to remind herself on more than one occasion that her team's supervisor was a certified Huntress, for all that was worth. 

It was worth mentioning again, it appeared. The young Faunus listened intently as the pilot of their craft insisted upon making introductions, then lead in with her own. The mention that she was the youngest Huntress at Shade's disposal to be given a team piqued her interest somewhat, although more for the implications it had about the academy itself. Did they truly have so many veteran Huntsmen to put on babysitting duty? Perhaps it explained why her kin had never run across too many back home. Before thoughts of that home could drag her from rumination to melancholy, one of her fellow students spoke up. She turned her head to observe him as he put himself on display. 

It was... worrisome, that both he and their superior had focused their 'interesting fact' on their families, and where they came from. Not especially surprising; Vacuans were always a clannish lot, no matter where you seemed to go across the Kingdom. But it posed a problem for Kohaku, for reasons beyond the apprehension she felt pooling in her stomach at the thoughts of familial relations. She couldn't very well just lead with her own background in its unabridged form. The girl anxiously ran her thumb along the rough, rusted surface of her staff for a moment, pondering what to say, if anything at all. 

Eventually, she decided. No need to bare herself to the world, or these people. Just say something trivial, anything at all. 

[color=efddb5]"Kohaku. My name is Kohaku,"[/color] She began, her tail curling uneasily as she piped up just loudly enough to be heard over the roar of their engine, [color=efddb5]"I'm not from anywhere important, and my favorite thing about Shade is the Dr. Piper machine outside the cafeteria. I, uhm, didn't have that kind of stuff, growing up."[/color]

It wasn't exactly a lie. That stupid contraption had taken far too many Lien from her in return for its sugary, addictive contents...[/indent]