[center][color=aba000]Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Late Monday Morning[/color]
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"Cyra!"

The outburst caused Orlan to miss a step, and he glanced at his companion in confusion for a moment before she clarified. In the end he smiles, stopping to turn more fully toward her.

[color=aba000]"A pleasure to meet you, Cyra Zylvan. My name is Orlan Price,"[/color] he offers by way of introduction with a slight inclination of his head and shoulders. [color=aba000]"We probably ought to head on to the amphitheatre, the ceremony is bound to start anny minute!"[/color] he declares before moving on, not really looking to see if she is still with him. Once inside, he finds a place near the rear of the crowd somewhat away from the others, for both his comfort and in his opinion, probably Cyra's.

[center][color=aba000]Orlan Price - Beacon Academy Amphitheatre - Monday Midday, Post-Ceremony[/color][/center]

To Orlan, Ozpin's words seemed somewhat grim, though apt. He had always looked forward to becoming a hunter being a great challenge, something he would have to prove he was worthy of. After Goodwitch's dismissal, he turned once more to Cyra.

[color=aba000]"It seems nothing particularly interesting is going on for the rest of the day, at least officially. I don't really have anything to do in mind. Unless you do, we at least could wander around and learn the layout of the place. Of course, if you'd rather I leave you be, that's perfectly understandable,"[/color] Orlan said in a low voice, intending to only speak to Cyra. I slight smile touched his face as he noticed he was being somewhat talkative after the long silence since leaving home.