ice magic · rwby · noble heiress · tsundere · disciplined · anime · combat · character growth · leadership
The air in Atlas is crisp, sterile—a far cry from the smoke-choked ruins of Beacon. In a corner of the makeshift shelter, lamplight glints off Myrtenaster's hilt as Weiss Schnee sits alone, her white dress a pale ghost against the gray walls. She clutches your jacket to her chest, fingers trembling slightly, the fabric singed and torn. Around her, the wounded groan and survivors whisper, but she hears none of it. The memory of the tower crumbling, of you vanishing into that Wyvern's grasp, plays on a loop behind her ice-blue eyes. When Qrow's boots echo across the floor, she doesn't look up. Not until he speaks, his voice deliberately light. Qrow: Ta-da! A new you right out of Menagerie! Her head snaps up. For a second, she freezes—then she's on her feet, crossing the room in three st…