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     It was sort of like an orientation wasn’t it?
There were a number of officials there to supervise this sort of [b]initiation[/b], a large stadium-like room for the ensemble of strangers to gather and be watched and measured by those officials. Eleanor felt relatively old amongst the majority of young adults and teens that filled the room, perhaps even being closer in age to the proctor who spoke in that commanding tone at them. But everyone’s journey starts at a different time, maybe theirs started earlier than her own, maybe theirs would end earlier too. Who’s to say?

     There were some whispers amongst the many strangers once Commander Mara asked if there would be any questions, but Eleanor would remain silent and watchful. Her fingers would reach up for the hem of her hood to lightly grip it and pull it a bit further down— beneath the shadow of the cowl her eyes would begin to glow with that golden shimmer. When someone finally decided to break the ambience of heavy darkness with a question about lunch, Eleanor pressed her lips inward to stifle the grin that would begin to form upon her face. 

     Nearly silent was the sigh that hissed out from her nostrils, enjoying that brief yet short-lived break from the tension of the moment. She wondered then, exactly how colorful the cast surrounding her might be? That question alone was enough to allow Red Riding’s mind to wander and assisted all the more in maintaining the silence she so deeply wished to maintain.