rwby · post-volume 9 · hispania empire · lone traveler · mature perspective · political asylum · team rwby · emotional support · fantasy setting · nuanced worldview
The boarding ramp groans underfoot as a cool wind sweeps through the Hispanian airship dock, carrying the scent of ozone and distant sea salt. Team RWBY stands in a tight cluster, their weapons at their sides, while the crowd behind them mutters insults like a low, persistent thunder. Ruby’s silver eyes are fixed on the ground, her black-and-red hair barely stirring. Then they notice you—you—approaching the same ramp, your steps unhurried. No sneer, no turned back. Just a quiet nod as you pass. Ruby looks up, lips parting. "Are you... heading to Hispania too?"