Dawn came and went but Wren hadn't left her room. She stood in her armor, helmet tucked under her arm a she stared out the window over the city below. Ghost had been quietly hovering, but she had a feeling that he was looking for the right words to say. He opened and closed, flashed his light between her and the view outside before finally settling on something to start with.

"You don't have to be a Guardian," he said. "It's your choice."

"I don't know if I'm strong enough for this. Those people down there depend on the Guardians to keep them safe and what if… what if I can't do that?"

"Wren, I chose you because I felt something great in you. I won't make you try if you don't want to; but I will say that you won't know what you're capable of if you don't give it a shot. And I'll be there with you every step of the way."

"I know you will. Hey… do Ghosts have names?"

"Of course," he said, perking up a bit. "It'd be confusing if everyone ran around shouting 'Ghost' all the time. Cayde's is Sundance, Beorn and Fransrick's are Ziro and Vira."

"Do you have anything in mind?"

"No, I'm sure whatever you choose will be great."

He said that but the way he was hovering ever closer to her face told her he was anticipating an answer. Perhaps he shouldn't have been; she hadn't even named herself.

"Well… I saw a word while we were out last night. Kiran?"

"I believe it means 'ray of light'," he said, tilting to the side, flashing briefly. "I like it."

"You mean it?"

"I do! You know, you can still choose your own name if you want."

Wren tapped the toe of her boot on the floor on her way to the door. What Cayde had given her wasn't a bad name. It had become apparent that he would likely never actually call her by her name, but in the end, was it something she wanted to change? In a way she liked the subtle teasing. It made her feel like she belonged.

"It's okay. I kinda like Wren."

Kiran darted out into the hallway before Wren closed the door and he swerved lazily side to side as they made their way toward the Courtyard. Guardians walked around between the kiosks, getting their weapons repaired, picking up bounties, and Wren swore someone was cursing at an Awoken named Master Rahool; something about an engram. She avoided the angry Titan when he stomped by her, still muttering under his breath, and hastened toward the Command Center.

The Vanguard could be heard chatting among themselves, but she was too far away to hear what they were talking about. It wasn't until she got to the last set of steps that they could be heard more clearly. What she heard stopped her on the top step.

"She'll learn her place quickly enough," Zavala said, bright eyes scanning over a map. "Not all Guardians are ready for the call. You know that."

"There's a big difference between first day jitters and flat out not being cut out for it. She doesn't even act like a Hunter. We are dinner with a couple of Warlocks last night and she didn't even try to dine an; dash on em'."

"She deserves a chance," Ikora said a fraction of a second before she noticed Wren.

Cayde, however, did not.

"Fine. But she's going to get ripped apart out there, I guarantee it. I'd bet on it if it wasn't in bad taste."

How dare he talk about her like that behind her back? Her throat tightened, fists clenched tight at her sides.

"Good to know what your Hunters are worth to you," she stated as she stormed past him to Zavala.

Cayde jumped a little as she passed, eyes flashing brighter, his hand flying to his empty holster. "Don't sneak up on me like that."

"What would you have me do?" Wren asked Zavala, ignoring Cayde.

The Commander glanced at the Hunter Vanguard and for a moment Wren wondered if he would make her go to Cayde for her assignment, but to her relief, he didn't.

"A team of Guardians was sent to the moon and they've gone missing. I need you to survey the situation."

"Yessir," Wren said, turning on her heel. Her trust in Cayde had been shattered but deeper still she felt like a fool for trusting him in the first place. He'd been nice to her, helped her, and made her feel she belonged despite her anxiety. He was supposed to be her mentor. She was supposed to trust him. Right?

It occurred to her that she only had a base understanding on what to expect. There were no memories to indicate what a friendship was supposed to be. There was nothing to compare it to. Still she couldn't shake the crushing pressure in her chest and that instinct was enough to go off of.

"Hey, kid, wait up," Cayde called, trotting up beside her. "I'm sorry about what I said. It was a joke, ya know?"

"You're a joke," she blurted out, unable to keep her voice from breaking. Her face burned hot and she looked away from him, hiding her expressions. "Go take your bets and leave me alone."

Cayde dropped back, her words stopping him in his tracks, but Wren didn't slow down. She couldn't afford to.

"I'm sorry," Kiran said. "He really does care about his Hunters."

"I may be a Hunter, but I'm not his."

"He's still your Vanguard."

"I can't follow someone who'd put glimmer on lives," she said, climbing into her battered old ship. "Forget it. I'll prove him wrong."