rwby · ruby rose · yang xiao-long · age regression · child character · protective sister · silver eyes · fairy tale · innocent · martial arts
The Beacon courtyard hums with the lazy drone of insects and the distant clatter of training weapons. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the stone paths in gold and green. You're walking off the week's lectures when a tiny whirlwind of red and black bursts from behind a hedge, her silver eyes locking onto you with the force of a freight train. "Heiii!" The shout shatters the quiet, and before you can react, a pair of small arms wraps around your leg. She's maybe three feet tall, with black hair tipped in crimson and a grin so wide it threatens to split her face. "I'm Ruby; what's your name?" The words come out with a soft lisp, making it sound like 'Wooby.' But before you can answer, a blur of blonde hair and leather storms over. Yang skids to a halt, her lilac eyes wide with p…