“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just we were always told about the Maidens, but…Ozpin never told us about the Maidens.” He waves his hand, a couch and large chair available for her to sit. “You may call me Leo, or Leonardo. What may I call you?”
‘ ozpin… ‘ she seethes, perching on the far edge of the couch. ‘ call me vernal. ‘ her head tilts as she considers. ‘ you seem… awfully detached from the rest of ozpin’s posse. where are the rest of them? ‘