The Spring Maiden… Hell’s bells. Ozpin hadn’t been lying after all. Mind spinning from both the realization and the whiskey he’d consumed, Qrow leaned forward, staring intently at her.
“So. You’re the one.”
she shrinks back, looking away. vernal detests the scrutiny, the way which nearly
everyone regards her as if she’s some prized object and not a student scared out
of her wits and far out of her league. perhaps she’s disappointed, too - she’d hoped
there would be at least one who was different.
‘ um… yeah. i - i guess so. that’s what everyone’s been saying. ‘