'A dream?' my mind murmured as I held my head, as if me merely holding it would stop the stinging feeling in my brain. Course it was a dream, being swallowed up by darkness and almost being devoured in a nest of wires wasn't something that happened in reality. A deep sigh slipped through my lips, how could a dream hurt me? Yet, honestly I still felt something close to dread welling up in my chest. Even when I fully opened my eyes to look around the familiar room the dread did not leave me. Dreams can mean things, some even say they can sometimes give you glimpses into the future but I don't think my meant anything, just a bad dream. It's normal to get those, even more so if you happen to be in the Scouting Legion and you also happen to be leaving the solid wall of Rose behind that very same day.
"Would you mind not being violent in the mornings?" a voice lazily spoke from above me. For a moment or two I was silent, mentally chasing off any dread that was left in me before I spoke at all. "Well wake the hell up then!" Nothing in my voice gave away to my fellow Scouting Member that just a few seconds ago I had been feeling terrified, in fact they should have been the ones to now feel a bit of dread. Every one of my friends knew that I was never a morning person but being in the Scouting Legion means little sleep and early to rise so, naturally I gave up sleeping in for the habit of being a total nightmare in the early morning hours.
"You got me shaking in my night cloths." Course, living with the same friend sleeping just above you tends to make them care less about your morning fits. I gave the bunk above me a punch as if to emphasize that I had meant that it was time to wake, "Come on Dewdrop, you know what happens when someone's late for grouping." I called before swinging my feet out of my nice warm bed and onto the cold wooden floor. The dweller in the top bunk stirred before leaning over the rail to glare down at me with pale blue eyes. "Don't call me Dewdrop, Heelbitter." the other girl threatened before adding a lighter tone to her voice once she said my own nickname. Unlike her I didn't mind the name given to me by some of the Members of the Scouting Legion, I couldn't deny that it didn't fit me. I was all for getting a move on and scolding the ones who dragged their feet, I wanted to move and get thing done as quickly as I could but not without a group effort. Not a lone wolf at all more like the dog that runs in the back of the sheep herd driving them all forward.
"And nothing happens if you're a bit late." my blue eyed friend continued after ducking back under her covers. "Well have you ever been 'a bit late' even once?" I playfully mocked as I got up from my bed and started to gather up my Scouting uniform. Collecting my things I heard a muttered answer to my question, "No, thanks to you."
I considered the answer a compliment as I started to dress myself, slipping on my boots and taking the time to check each one of the straps that would go with my Three Dimensional Gear. Pleased that my uniform and gear were still in top grade condition I glanced over to the one remaining bed in to the room. Not surprisingly I found it to be empty, good. The bed belonged to a girl that was younger then me, she wasn't my blood family but I liked to think of her as a little sister. "Looks like Rex beat us to waking up this morning. Guess that should shame us both, eh Fleur?" Addressing my friend by her real name this time. "The little Trainee just wants to make us look bad is all." Fleur chuckled finally climbing down from her own bunk. "I was a bit worried she would chicken out after that last training drill." I could tell Fluer was still groggy but not all of us can be early risers. Tossing her boots over to her I recalled the night before when Rex had decided to sneak back home instead of sleeping at the Trainee camp. I couldn't blame her for breaking such a rule, she just wanted some comfort from her 'big sisters'. Even if you master every basic skill of using Three Dimensional Gear there's never a guarantee that you will gain the skills to use the gear affectively. Apparently during one of the training drills their teacher decided to cut two trainee's wires, this may sound harsh but out in the field wires break or titans grabbed them so the act of cutting wires during a training drill is more so a harsh reality check. One student failed to catch themselves before they hit the ground causing them to break their neck on impact. The event had shaken Rex a good deal but after Fleur and I explained the point behind the action she began to understand why it had been done but she was still clearly upset. She even had said that she was certain the teacher might cut her wire next to test her in the same manner as he had the others. Fleur had said that there was no way to know and there was no way to avoid it either, Rex would either experience a broken wire while in training or when she faced a titan. Even though the reality was hash we did our best to explain it to her, though Fleur could have been a bit more compassionate in her choice of words.
In the end I think we managed to calm her down plus, Rex is a smart and logical kid. Not even once did she say that any of it was unfair. I guess that's better then her being one of those trainees that thinks everything is just going to work out and that they'll get away unscratched. I held her in my arms after Fleur had gone to sleep and told her that even if she was scared to remember how proud I am of her. It was the best comfort I could give and in the end she fell into a deep sleep.
"I wouldn't recommend that you call her a chicken when you see her again, she might just kick you in the shin. Wouldn't want you to get your pride bruised." I smiled, slipping my last piece of gear on. I like mornings like this, where Fluer and me can just joke around and be normal. Right now we're not worried about the Titans or even going outside Wall Rose, we're just talking and playing around like any other person.
"Oh yeah, I'm so sure the little runt will bring me to my knees in shame." the sarcastic comment reaches my ears and I can't help but laugh. Picturing little Rex bring down Fleur, a tall, blue eyes and brown haired woman who had once even dared to herd two Titans into an ambush all by herself. "I'd like to see that but right now lets focus on meeting everyone on time." I was already set to go, my uniform was on, gear was properly fitted and checked all I had to do now was wait for Fleur to get herself in order. It wasn't like she had much to do, she was dressed in her uniform by now but was starting to check her Three Dimensional Gear. I glanced out the window to check the time or make a guess as to what time it was, the sky had taken on more of a blue tone by now and the vibrant colors of the sun rise were already starting to fade. "We're going to be late at this rate. Come on, get your gear on and lets go." Being late was something I never wanted to do, it was awkward and not to mention there was sure to be a glare sent our way by Commander Irvin Smith. Upon my urging to hurry Fleur seemed to purposely go slower than ever. "Come on, I already checked your gear last night once you and Rex were asleep."
"You did what?" Fleur looked over at me a trace of annoyance on her face, I had done this before and though she had said she appreciated the action she always made a point that she could do it herself and that I should stop worrying so much. "Yes, I'll admit I checked and rechecked your gear. Sorry and all that nonsense but let's go." With that said I gave her arm a slight tug and made way for the door. Fleur wasn't far behind me putting on the rest of her gear as she followed me out the door. Shutting the door behind her Fleur commented that she was going to recheck her gear herself once we made it to the grouping. I ignored most of what she said however once I was outside, due to the fact that I saw that the sun was already making it's way high into the sky. "We're late!" I yelled before grabbing Fleur's arm and running up the street.