<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calligraph421 BT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flora Blake</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Exploring the camp now.</span> </span></div><hr/><br/>Having finished breakfast, Flora made her way out with a few others from the cabin. "We gotta go to our lessons, I'm sure you will get yours soon enough, also you might wanna stay away from the forest. Creatures tend to roam around and I don't think you are ready to fight." Katie then left her standing there as they ran off, turning back to give a wave before her siblings split up and went separate ways. Alone now she stood there confused, watching kids and others her age run around to their lessons and practice.<br/><br/>Flora suddenly felt left out since she had no schedule, shrugging her shoulders she figured that it would hurt to just look around then. To familiarize herself with the camp so not to get lost later on when she actually had to get to her own lessons. Choosing a random path, Flora hummed a soft tune as she wondered around the grounds. Looking at each of the cabins as the sunlight hit them, she had to look away as one began to shine a bright gold while in the direct light.<br/><br/>Making sure though to keep plenty of distance from the guys with bows as they practiced their aim after almost walking in front of them, Flora stood there for a few moments watching as they all released their arrows at the same time; each one hitting the bulls-eye. Blinking in surprise at their accuracy, Flora moved on wondering what else there was to find around the camp. Kicking a random rock on the path, she thought about her dad, hoping he was doing fine without her.<br/><br/>She frowned during her walk, feeling homesick suddenly Flora blinked as she heard voices and loud yells. Looking up it seemed she had some how gotten to some kind of fighting field, everyone was wearing armor and swinging swords, the sounds of metal hitting metal was harsh to her ears. But something about the way they moved seemed fluid and well timed, as if it was a well known dance.