She stood limp barely staying awake, her scales chafing as the shackles that bound her wrists to the wall. Her mouth heavy with the blood from her most recent of beatings. "Let me see her!" Her head snapped up as she tried in vain to see the source of the shrill voice that shouted as the girl fought with her mind to remain awake. "Lady Weiss, we can't allow you to see her, she's expressed sympathy for the white fang, we have no idea if she's a member or not." The second voice was familiar, that voice had taunted her while it's fists had broken her bones.
"Your hands are bloody, Winter would be displeased if that impeded your work." The voice lost none of it's shrill nature, but it only served to enhance the commanding presence the source seemed to exude.
"Winter will hear of your treatment of the prisoner" The voice hitched for a moment as the girl spat blood from her cracked lips, the smell filling the room as she did so. "How much did you beat her?" The voice took a tentative tone as it spoke, as if trying to avoid provoking the obvious abuser. The other voice seemed to hesitate before the clanking of the key in the lock of her cell resounded through the room. "Just don't tell your sister." The second voice scoffed for a moment before the sound of heels entered the cell. "You want something?" The voice that escaped the scaled lips was broken, as if she had never had reason to use it before, her eyes were bound so she had no idea what was before her.
"Why is she blindfolded?" The voice, Weiss as she would come to know it, asked the jailer. The shrill note in the voice was gone, there was only disdain as she spoke. "She wouldn't stop glaring, no matter how much we wo-" The response was cut off as Weiss spoke again, her tone sharp enough to pierce through a diamond "No matter how much you beat her?" Soft fingers came into contact with her cheeks as the girl tried to pull her head away quickly, her scales pulling against the pads of the tentative fingers "Careful, I'm trying to take this off you."
"Why?"
The fingers paused as Weiss tried to form a sentence "You hate Faunus." Not a question, a statement. Her body wracked with pain and her scales marked with the scrawlings of drunken guards after she was brought into this cell. "No, I don't." Weiss' voice seemed to have a smile in it as she pulled the blindfold away from the scaled girl's eyes, the colour of which seemed to take the human aback slightly. "Red." The girl blinked for a few minutes before trying to make a reassuring smile, her fangs however made that difficult. "You don't hate?" The hesitation in her voice spoke volumes of her treatment in this cell. Many in the Schnee Dust Company were against Faunus in general, but this pale girl before her felt different.