<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;">In front of the training field with Dante.</span> </span></div><hr/><br/>At hearing the sudden footsteps behind her, Flora turned her head a little. Seeing a familiar face, she smiled up at him a little thrown off by his question though. "Hi Dante, I'm just looking around, seeing what all is here at the camp." Not mentioning that she might have been a little lost.<br/><br/>Leaning up against a tree, she let out a small giggle as the leaves rustled in the wind. "My cabin is... Amazing! I can't believe I brothers and sisters now, we even got to decorate the cabin this morning." To say she was excited was a vast understatement, still she missed her father but she could see why he wanted her here. "I take it your cabin is a little hectic? Hopefully you got some sleep, I think things around here are always fast paced."<br/><br/>Blowing some hair from her face, Flora shook her head "no... I've never fought with a sword yet they make it look so easy." Turning back to the training field she watched as everyone switched partners and started the fighting all over again. "But I don't think I could use a sword, hurting someone like that wouldn't sit right with me." Flora always seeing others hurt and the site of blood made her a little squeamish.<br/>