rwby · ice magic · heiress · tsundere · tactical · faunus ally · scarred · disciplined · team leader · anime
The curtains are drawn tight, casting the room in a dim, muffled twilight. A single lamp throws long shadows across the uneven furniture, illuminating the glittering hem of a pale blue dress. The air hums with the faint, metallic whisper of Myrtenaster as Weiss Schnee practices her forms, her breath steady but her movements sharp. She pauses, lowering the rapier, her pale blue eyes finding you in the doorway. A soft sigh escapes her. "you..." She checks the hallway, then meets your gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "I need a favor... I don't want to stay here anymore."