Night had fallen, and the new students were preparing to go to sleep... at least, they were supposed to be.
Cyril was crouched by a far window, looking outside to the light of the moon, the gentle sway of the trees, and the beginning sounds of the nightly creatures. It was a beautiful night, but was being tempered by the ruckus of the others. He quickly found himself becoming especially annoyed with the girl in white and her constant bickering with the red-haired girl.
He shook his head, thinking of what all he had experienced today, from the cramped airship ride to the academy (particularly remembering the one nauseous boy), the professor's speech and challenge to the newcomers, as well as Alex and Victor and the Kanon girl talking to him. His thoughts trailed off to what was in store for him tomorrow, and whether he could measure up to the expectations Ozpin had for him when he found Cyril. Even after the months of tutoring from the old man, he was still wondering what the professor could really see in him...
He pushed the thought from his mind. He had to focus on more immediate things. He began to feign sleep as the lights went out, and he waited.
One minute. Two. Three...
When he was sure that the others were asleep, or would otherwise not notice him, he ducked out of the window and broke for the woods, a little nervous about the rendez-vous planned there...
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