Beacon Courtyard - late Monday morning

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Cyra swallowed at his words. He still wanted to talk to her? Wonderful. She supposed that she had to face the fact sooner or later that she was going to have teammates that she would be rooming with. [i]And what a giant awkward situation that's going to be.[/i] "N-no, it's okay, if you want to. I don't know anyone here either." 

Most of the trip across the courtyard was made in silence. A wide variety of scents filtered through her scarf from the patches of flowers along the paved walkway, tingling inside her nose. Combined with the soft sound of the fountain that sat in the center of the courtyard, and she might have found it almost peaceful. The columns that surrounded the campus were a far cry from the dingy neighborhood she had left behind. It would be so easy to stay here and forget about all the problems in the world. The Grimm, the attacks, everything. Here, everything was quiet.

Cyra gave the man beside her a furtive glance. The only real problem for her was all the people. This one didn't seem too inclined to speak, and from what little she knew of Atlas, that was probably the norm. [i]No, no, stop it! Assumptions are what got you in trouble in the first place. Say something, he might end up being your teammate.[/i] She bit her tongue, then screwed her eyes shut. "Cyra!" she blurted. 

The man's pace slowed slightly as he glanced at her, and she mentally smacked herself. "M-my name, it's Cyra. Zylvan. Cyra Zylvan."