The first night fell upon Beacon Academy; all the first year students gathered at the ballroom like they were instructed. Rows upon rows of bodies lay on sleeping bags, pillows and the occasional stuffed animal. So many souls, all anxious and excited for what's to come the next day.
The next day would be the day teams would be made, according to the rumors of the students. You could already tell that some were trying to recruit each other.
Whispers and light chatter filled the hall as the 10 o'clock's moon beamed through the windows. 'Goodnight' and 'sleep tight's were exchanged through the ballroom as the night grew old.
As midnight's bliss filled the darkened hall, Cyril got up out of his makeshift bed. Pulling the sheets aside, he rolls out and gets up. Careful not to disturb anyone, he tiptoes around, slowly making his way towards the stairs.
Walking halfway up the steps, Cyril notices a piano playing and a faint voice singing from the balcony. Notes from the piano filled the balcony with a light ballad.
"Dry your eyes now baby, broken wings won't hold you down.." The girl sang as she pressed on the black and white keys of the Baby Grand.
Being careful not to make a sound, Cyril slowly opens the door, sneaking onto the balcony unnoticed, listening to the beautiful melody that fills the midnight air.
"Wow." Cyril accidentally blurted out in amazement. "Huh?" The girl's ears perked up from the top of her head.
"Oh I'm sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt you, I think you have a lovely voic- Amber?! I didn't know you sang or played piano!"
"Well we did only meet today, so there's plenty you don't know about me." Amber replied with a soft smile.
Walking over to the piano bench Cyril asked "May I?" Amber nodded as he sat down beside her and began to play a different melody. Cyril's fingers glided across the keys as an upbeat ballad plays.
"There's a bunch you don't know about me as well." Cyril softly smiled.
"Fair enough" Amber laughed, "I'm impressed. Where did you learn to play like that?"
"Honestly? I have no idea, maybe back in Mistral? I'm not certain. What about you? When did you learn to sing like that?" Asked Cyril.
"Well I've been singing all my life, I picked up piano when I was eight and never turned back since." Amber smiled as she looked up to the shattered moon.
"Did you ever think about being a musician?" Cyril asked as he looked at the faunus girl.
"Hmm.. Yep!"
"Why didn't you do it? You would of been amazing at it!"
"Well it's cause I moved to Vale," She replied in a softer voice than before "you see my parents were huntsmen. They killed monsters, went on missions, the whole bit! So was Marcus' parents, they were all part of the same team-"
"So that's how you and the hothead met." Cyril interrupted. "Haha! Yeah, we're childhood friends, but he wasn't so hot headed when we were younger. He was super sweet actually." Amber laughed. "Could of fooled me." Cyril said laughing alongside her.
"Yeah, well that comes to no surprise. Something really bad happened when we were young." Amber said with a hint of sorrow in her voice.
"If you're comfortable with it, do you mind sharing?" Cyril asked.
"Maybe not tonight Cyril, it's getting late and we don't want to be late for initiation." Amber replied.
"One last question?" he asked "Sure" she sighed with a smile, "what is it?"
"Why did you come up to me on the ship? I'm just another dork in a blue cape."
"It's cause you're the only dork in a blue cape that I would talk to." Amber replied with a wide smile as she started to get up and walk away.
"Wait! What's that suppose to mean!?" Cyril exclaimed, getting up himself.
"Goodnight Cyril~" Amber said as she winked and sticked her tongue out at him.