Waltz Of A Dying Dragon

6

" Swift like the wind. Fierce as fire."

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The break of day shines the horizon, leaving aspiring hunters awake, and or, unsatisfied with the amount of sleep they had gotten over the night. The ride over to the next phase hadn't been unpleasant per say, but the amount of people cramped in a single room could make the passage uncomfortable.

A yawn leaves a tired girl's mouth, her head pulling itself up from its resting position. Where was she placing her head, she doesn't know, but whatever, or whoever it was, they were comfortable to lean against. A hum comes from her as she rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the darkness the room enveloped her it. Early morning it surely was, and although (Y/n) had not always been an early bird, she has to be for the test.

Something warm wraps around her upper arm, gently squishing her flesh. A soft giggle escapes the archer's throat as she looked down at the playful celestial being. Pyra's tongue gently slithers out, its rough texture grazing against the girl's cheek. It was a greeting. The dragon said good morning to her before a snarl. Of course she had been hungry. A great, ancient creature has to be feed as well.

Using the light illuminating the body of the opaque dragon, (Y/n) navigated her way through sleeping bodies sprawled all over the floor, tip toeing her way to the exit. She delicately tugs on the door handle, shedding the room with a little light from the sun. She looks back at the many sleeping applicants, finding an empty spot. She could only guess it was where she had been sleeping.

Around that area was Leorio and Kurapika. The kids were nowhere to be seen. One could guess that they were doing what kids were doing, which was running around and playing. They probably found a place they could sleep at...but wherever it was, it wasn't here. She sent the bunch of strangers a smile before disappearing beyond the door. There had been a thought that made her linger.

The thought of where she had been sleeping. The only concern she had was she might have made Kurapika uncomfortable. (Y/n) had been planning to apologize if he ever brought it up, but if he hadn't realized, then it would be left unsaid. It would be better that way..so they could avoid the expected discomfort that would arise between them.

(Y/n) spends the morning by herself, or at least that's what it seems to the naked eye. She had made sure that her interactions with the celestial being her nen was combined with was discreet, hard to point out if one doesn't have nen. The archer sat in the cafeteria, on a table for one. There on the tabletop was a plate filled with food to sustain her needs, as well as a cup filled with liquid. Meat was discarded to the side, as if it jumped off of her plate.

Those pieces would be gobbled up in a swift motion, disappearing completely in mid-air. Where that went was between her and her dragon.

The archer sat in the cafe with now an empty plate in front of her. She would no longer be alone in the small room, as there are a few footsteps heading her direction. Soon those would multiply, increasing in number as minutes pass by. At this time, it would have been seven in the morning. (Y/n) had been sitting by herself for an hour now. The sun was shining brightly, with the bright blue sky painting over the night's darkness.

Officially the day has started, and so has the third phase.

After the short breakfast in the cafeteria, the hunter applicants were rounded near the entrance of the airship. They rushed for they feared that if they were late they would be discarded. People pushes against each other, but eventually the chaos would stop. Bodies were inches apart, barely having room to breathe. Everyone waited in front of the giant sealed archway, anticipation almost strangling them. They were at a loss of breath when the door opened itself.