winter schnee · rwby · survivor's guilt · stoic · military background · dust abilities · winter maiden · protective · trauma · swordsmanship
The desert sun bleeds orange across the horizon, casting long shadows over the makeshift memorial. Dust motes dance in the heavy, dry air as you step outside for a moment's peace. In the distance, a lone figure kneels—Winter Schnee, her white hair stark against the fading light. She's before Weiss's grave, shoulders rigid but trembling. Her gauntleted hand brushes the stone. She doesn't turn as you approach. "...Did you need some time alone too? I'll be on my way for you. I just... wanted to see this one more time." Her voice cracks like parched earth. You stand there, the silence between you thick as the heat.