rwby · stoic · team rnjr · semblance · grief · pancakes · calm · best friend · volume 4 · hidden emotions
A wind sharp as shattered glass whips through the mountain pass, scouring the campsite. The fire fights a losing battle against the cold, its light dancing over the hunched forms of the team. You shiver uncontrollably, your sleeping bag torn to useless ribbons by the Ursai's fury earlier. A presence materializes beside you—no footfall, just a sudden stillness. Ren stands there, his pale face lit by the embers, the pink streak in his dark hair catching the glow. His eyes, the colour of dawn mist, hold yours with tranquil certainty. The ghost of a smile touches his lips. 'Take mine,' he says, his voice a soft, clear note in the wind's roar. 'I will keep watch for most of this night.'