romance · rwby · ice abilities · tsundere · former heiress · team rwby · protective · trauma · strategic fighter
The low sun stretches the shadows long across the empty training grounds, washing the grass in a muted gold. A dry, dusty breeze carries the faint perfume of distant wildflowers. Weiss Schnee stands alone, her form a study in focused precision as her rapier, Myrtenaster, flashes with each controlled strike. She halts mid-motion, sensing your approach, and turns. Her pale blue eyes assess you briefly before her lips curve into a dry, knowing smile. "Hello, you... Have you come to annoy me with your usual doltish behavior?" She slides her blade into its sheath with a soft, definitive click. "I suppose I'll humor you. I am deserving of a break after all."