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Weiss had always been told not to leave her window open at night. Even if it was boiling and she felt like she was going to melt, that window was to stay closed.
She never knew the exact why, only heard rumours from Whitley or Winter. Her father refused to speak of what had happened to her mother, or the countless number of villagers that had also gone missing.
It was okay though. Weiss was the model daughter. She didn't question her father or disobey his orders. She may have disagreed with him from time to time (who am I kidding, quite frequently) but she had the family's honour to uphold.
It had been an accident. She'd been practicing with Myrtenaster when she accidentally hurtled a jar across the room. The window had cracked.
Normally, it would be as simple as calling some window guy to fix it. But seeing as it was about eleven in the night, Weiss had decided against it.
She wasn't even supposed to be at that time. The curfew at ten meant lights out, no exceptions. It was pretty stupid to her but if her father caught her, she'd be in big trouble.
So she'd left it alone, hoping to wait til morning. But for her, morning would never come.
It came like a whisper in the wind, stirring Weiss from her slumber. Groggily, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She briefly wondered why she'd woken but quickly forgot the question when she heard it.
A distant melody echoing through her ears, chasing the sleep from within her. The crack in the window had spread just enough for her hear it, to allow it in. She ran to the window like she was possessed and threw it up, all caution to the wind.
The melody was louder now and it was beautiful. A singer herself, Weiss could recognise fine music when she heard it. The tone, the notes, the rhythm; oh it was heavenly! She would even go as far to say it was... enchanting.
The longer she listened, the more her desire to find the source of the music grew. Who could possibly play such a lovely song? Such talent couldn't be of this world! It simply couldn't be! Yet it was, she could hear it! She needed to hear it up close and personal.
Weiss pushed her window open as far as it would go and slid out. Luckily, there was an outcropped roof below her window and she was able to make it to the ground with ease. The wind was chilly and whipped icy tendrils against her bare skin.
She shivered in her thin nightgown, her bare toes feeling the damp grass beneath her. But the music called for her, beckoned her with its melodic tone and she moved for it, everything else forgotten.
With quick steps she left her family grounds and entered the forest next to it. She'd never set foot in such a place, forbidden to by her father and the town's authorities. The Forest of Forever Fall, a place where time seemed to stand still, in a permanent state of Autumn. She'd often gazed at it from her window, watching the orange leaves twirl and spin as the descended.
Those leaves now created the soft carpet beneath her as she crept deeper into its hold. The music was getting louder with each step and her heart started to beat faster. So close.
She crept on, hands pressed to her chest. Leaves were getting stuck in her hair and her nightgown was getting dirty but she couldn't care less. She was getting closer to her goal.
The source of the music was only a few metres away and Weiss couldn't wait. She sprang forward, stumbling out into a clearing to be met with silver eyes and a wa smile.
There was a girl sitting on a log, her lips pressed against a wooden sort of wind instrument. Moss grew along it, thin vines creeping their way up and down. The source.
The girl lowered the pipes from her mouth and smiled. "Hello, Weiss." Her voice was gentle. "I've been waiting for you for a while now."
Weiss couldn't speak. She was beautiful in a cute sort of way. Her skin was fair, almost shimmering in the moonlight, and her short black hair curved around her face as if to frame it. The tips faded to red to match the red roses tucked behind her ears.
But Weiss' eyes couldn't be pulled away from the silver gleam of the girl's irises. She saw her but she didn't see the detail. Didn't see the curve of her ears or the slight jaggedness of her canines. Didn't see that the moss wasn't just a part of her pipes but dotted its way up her arms.
"Did you like my music?" the girl asked rising from where she sat.
Weiss found her tongue and set about using it. "Yes.." she breathed. "It was beautiful… Could you.., play it again?"
The girl smiled again, the same warm smile. "Of course, Weiss. It would be my pleasure."
Weiss watched excitedly as the girl raised the pipes to her lips and then the music started once again. It was so much better in person than from her window. She could feel the emotion riding with each note, the unspoken words of welcome, the dynamics adding to the loveliness.
It felt like an eternity had passed but the girl lowered the pipes again. "How was that?"
Weiss' ears felt empty without the melody ringing in her ears. She needed it, craved it. She just needed to hear it again. She took a step forward.
"Amazing… Again… Again please…"
The girl smiled but she didn't start playing again. "Listen… Can you hear it now?"
Weiss paused. Hear? Hear what? She strained her ears for what she was talking about. And there it was, carried by the icy wind; another song, another melody playing joyfully from far off.
Weiss took a step forward and fell to her knees. She was breathless. "I can…"
The girl tilted her head. "Would you like to go to it?"
"Yes. Yes. More than anything in the world."
"Take my hand and we shall go then." Weiss looked up to see the girl standing above her, a hand extended down. It was only now that she noticed the girl was wearing next to nothing, mere leaves allowing her to keep her dignity. Weiss' cheeks tinged red.
She reached up and closed her fingers around the girl's hand. Her skin was strangely cold to touch but it was calming. The girl nodded.
"Come."
It was only one word but it meant so much. At first the girl was only walking with her but very soon they were running. Twigs crunched beneath their bare feet but neither noticed nor cared. The only thing that mattered was the music.
They'd left the town far behind and were heading for the mountains. The ancient mountains that stood nearby, uninhabited by humans for some unknown reason.
Weiss saw a glowing light up ahead and her steps quickened. The music was blaring so loudly, emitting from the cave in the mountain. This was the place. The place she needed to be.
They slowed to a walk but her hand didn't leave the dark haired girl's. Voices, chattering and singing, rose to meet them as they descended without a word.
Weiss couldn't believe her eyes when they entered the cavern. Orange and yellow lights lit up the seemingly never-ending walls and grass grew underfoot. Flowers, mushrooms, trees grew everywhere, new ones cropping up as she gazed.
And the people, the people gathered here. The music came from everywhere at once, from the small man with a crooked back, from the tall willowy lady whose hair she swore was actually real flowers. Everywhere. Everywhere all at once.
"Another?" a drawling voice cut in from behind them.
Weiss turned to see another girl walking towards them. Her hair was black too but it was longer and tied back. Weiss' eyes widened at the two twitching ears on top of her head. She was tall and lean, dressed in a gown of midnight black. Her eyes swept over Weiss dismissively before resting on the girl holding her hand.
"It's been awhile since you took one from the human world," she said, amused.
The girl holding Weiss' hand shrugged and gave a feral grin. "I get bored too, milady."
The other girl exhaled. "Of course you do. Excuse me." She pushed past the two of them and walked deeper into the party. But Weiss' distracted gaze didn't miss the long tail curving from the base of her back.
"Is.. Is she part-"
"Cat? Yes," the girl laughed. "That's Blake but she isn't important. Come, let's have some fun."
The girl pulled her into the party and Weiss was only too glad to follow. Down into the crowd of moving bodies did they go and soon she was moving in rhythm. She spun and laughed, her heart thrumming in her chest.
The laughter and music echoed in her head and her mind fogged. She couldn't think why she'd never come here before. Why had she never gone into the woods? Such a lovely place this was.
The girl danced next to her, her body touching hers in an intimate way. Polite but inviting. Caught in the high of the music, Weiss soon found her hands touching the mossy skin and felt her own being caressed by expert hands.
For hours they danced and danced, entangled in one another and Weiss was never happier. The girl kept smiling, kept encouraging her to just have fun. To relax and be happy with her.
Weiss had never had that. It had always been work hard and uphold the family honour. Fun was a luxury she never had, for all the wealth she possessed. She regretted all that.
She never wanted to leave.
Hours later, the girl pulled her away from the dancing to a nearby table of food and drink. Weiss didn't stop her when she kissed her and even pulled her closer, seeking for more.
The melody boomed louder and Weiss smiled against her lips. Her hands moved their way into her hair, touching the blood red roses. She found they weren't in her hair, they were part of it. How strange.
The girl pulled away and Weiss breathed out, such a happy look on her face. "Who are you?"
The girl didn't answer for a few seconds but poured a glass of what Weiss assumed to be wine from the table. She offered to her which she gladly took.
The girl smiled, that same smile she always did. The one Weiss had come to know and like. The girl dipped her head. "My name's Ruby Rose and welcome to Beacon."
Weiss tilted her head. Ruby Rose. What a beautiful name. It explained the flowers. Ruby was smiling at her brightly and Weiss' heart fluttered. Ruby touched her hand.
"Stay as long as you'd like, Weiss."
She didn't need to say anything else. Weiss downed the glass and those silver eyes flashed brighter. Before she knew it, Ruby had taken her hand and they were out dancing once again.
Weiss danced and danced, her hips swaying from side to side. Ruby was in front of her, close to her, touching her. Once, Weiss would have ran from this sort of thing. It would have brought only shame to her family and thus shame to her. No matter her feelings or what she wanted.
But she didn't care anymore. She didn't need them anymore. She was free, away from them and happy. The faerie in front of her grinned before their lips met again, this time instigated by Weiss. When they pulled apart, only a smile and another kiss was waiting.
And so she danced and danced and didn't regret a thing.
