(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e9/6e/b7/e96eb779b6db8a60bc9acd7be1e9a00b.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zari Nesturent<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Post Graduation<br/><strong>Location:</strong>OA Graduation Hall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Custom made Green Lantern Suit<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>Simply observing<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><br/>From all appearances it seemed to be a fairly standard but plentiful reception that followed the actual graduation process of those who had managed to endure all the harsh training were rewarded with honors to varying degrees, some barely scraping by the skin of their teeth while others were praised for valiant efforts. It was true with albeit the limited but gathered cadets there were some who excelled far more than others, some abilities fairing far better for certain aspects that was to be expected of them all, and some even then getting by with sheer dumb luck; at least in Zari's eyes that was how she felt. There was little secret of the young shadar and her aptitude to say exactly what crossed her mind, holding little bar to one's own reaction to such, as some felt this was nothing more than a game only to be wrought with the slicing burn of her tongue lashing as a result. They were fools if they thought this was all sunshine and happiness, that the gift that was their rings was some sort of toy to use on their own accord and recklessly as they pleased. There may have once been a time yes but in the passing years time was ever approaching the fearsome storm of what was to happen in their future, a future that spoke of an untold and ferocious uncertainty that trivial optimism alone was unable to fully ebb away.<br/><br/><em>That</em>was why they were chosen...to fill the void left behind those who had lost their lives, to pick up the mantel and become the beacon of hopefulness within the known universes; not to have fun.<br/><br/>It was precisely why after the grander that was the graduation ceremony had come to a close the petite female found herself idly reclining among the sidelines and away from the general chatter that soon commenced, the ashen hue of her form draped within her suit hardly making her stand out more in comparison to the variable source of so many other races and species all gathered around and yet she knew she was far different. The flick of her pointed ears took in the buzz of several conversations all mulling together like a blended mess, not paying any particular person any more attention than the next as Zari remained silent in her usual stoic presence that many found difficult to approach. Sure it would be easier to actually interact and mingle with her graduated classmates, the ruthless weeks of training having earned a few looks of appraisal that was gone sooner than it had appeared, or even a helpful tip now and again, but the growing pit of uncertainty within her stomach made making an actual effort useless.<br/><br/>The beautifully touching but somber reflection of their superiors as they spoke their own experiences to the newly graduated cadets made everything feel that much real in Zari's mind as she could almost feel the heavy burden they all fully accepted as their own now, they were fighting for a cause and to dare let such be taken for granted was all but spitting in the faces of those who had risked their lives in the name of Lantern. It was a sobering emotion in which Zari held to her heart as she stared off distantly towards the inky blackness of nothingness that was always present within the very edge of her sight, a whole other world much like their own and yet within those shadows were secrets and passages in which only she was able to slide between. Would her abilities come in use? Was she ready to take on such a task? Her fears, her doubts, her anxieties, would they hold her back?The light sound resonating from the bestowed ring upon her slender middle finger pulled Zari from her thoughts all together, the message clear as it seemed everyone was off on their own to wander towards what assignments awaited them, as she was no different.<br/><br/>Regardless of how she felt the demure form would make her way towards the appointed conference hall, the mention of two other graduates names coming to mind as she mulled through her vacant thoughts, they sounded familiar although it was difficult to put an actual face to name at the moment. No matter. Strolling with purpose the shadar would pause in front of no other than Drill Sergeant Killwog himself, his demeanor on par with his usual self although where there was once uncertainty as to the presence of the two others, their forms having joined along side her answered a few questions rather quickly.<br/><br/>A wontan and what Zari could presume was a flight risk.<br/><br/>While she could hardly judge it was a curious assortment Zari mused, a perk of a brow given in their directions before she let her slim arms fold lightly beneath the swell of her chest as she cooed quietly.<strong>"I suppose we're here for our assignments?"</strong>Zari mused respectfully enough, more curious than anything as she tried to peer over Kilwog's shoulder in question to why he was standing in front of the hall as if with purpose.<br/>