Waking up at the crack of dawn had been another bout of homesickness for Sherwood Cathasaigh. No one else in the great hall, all transfers and freshman woke up that early as far as he could tell. As Sherwood spent most of his childhood hunting in the forests of western Vale as is the family trade, it was natural for him to be up so early.
Sherwood had made his way out of the large room, throwing his stuff back together in the hallway as to not wake the many sleeping classmates. He was first to breakfast, and idled in the set aside area (the great hall, where meals usually were was filled with sleeping students) until he could head to the locker rooms where his weapon lay.
All throughout his morning, Sherwood watched and observed his fellow freshman. Some were obvious fighters; big brutish fellows who walk around with grins and scowls, always ready to throw down. Others were like himself, ranged combatants who relied on their weapons, not their own strength. And yet more were unique, different in combat style and personality, clearly the kind of stand out students that would be pulled into a prestigious academy like Beacon. He wonder which of these many people would end up on his team. The final thing his mentor had told him was to 'take care of his team'. That weighed heavily on Sherwood. Not because of the words, but because of how his mentor looked when he said it. It was a sad, wistful statement, clearly ringing back to his mentor's own days in the academy. Sherwood knew his mentor had long lost his own team, though Sherwood knew not how. Sherwood would have asked... but it didn't seem an approachable subject with the older man.
Still musing on his future team (and partner, since that's yet another distinction that occurs at Beacon), Sherwood enters the locker rooms. Seeing his bow, all his other thoughts flow from his head. While he certainly trusted Beacon to respect student's weapons (some students seemed to care more for their weapons than their schooling!), he was worried about his inherited weapon. His mentor passed the unique bow down to him when Sherwood became his mentee, and the bow represents all the work Sherwood has done so far in his path from Hunter to Huntsman. Looking around and seeing he is in no rush to get out to the gathering point for initiation, Sherwood sits down with his equipment and decides to give it a full cleaning. His weapon should shine for whatever challenges he's about to face.
Ironic, he thinks to himself as he starts working; Considering his battle clothes are so worn the dirt stains look like part of the pattern.
<<OOC: Limit for team ASPN meet and greet.>>