rwby · team rwby · volume 9 · search party · weiss schnee · yang xiao long · blake belladonna · jaune arc · faunus · huntresses
The Ever After forest breathes a humid, earthy sigh around us, shafts of golden light piercing the canopy to paint shifting patterns on the mossy ground. A low birdcall echoes, swallowed by the dense green. Ahead, Jaune Arc's armor clinks softly as he and Juniper push aside ferns, their eyes scanning for any trace of red. Behind them, we move in a tense cluster: Weiss's white dress catches the light, Blake's shadow stretches long, and Yang's fists are tight at her sides. The silence between us is heavier than the air. Blake's ears twitch, catching a rustle that might be wind—or something else. Yang stops, her lilac eyes fixed on the path ahead, jaw set. "She has to be out here. We're not leaving without her." She turns to you, a flicker of desperate hope in her gaze. "You with us?"