Okay I'm definitely not a "stick-to-the-plan" kind of guy. More like a "make-a-plan-and-then-get-distracted" … I'm really sorry that I can't bring myself to meet the deadline lately, but I've started some new projects that tend to make me forget time… You'll have a hundred bumblebees, I swear!
Crossing seas toward Menagerie, Yang took a few seconds to remember away from the joyous distractions that were her father, uncle and sister. It seemed important to her as it was the whole point of this travel. To remember Summer's sacrifice. To remember that her mother had given her life to defend those who were persecuted. To remember that value was not due to your birth but to your acts.
It was especially important for her, as it had allowed her to understand that whoever carried her for nine months, it was Summer that had raised her and thus become her mother. Somehow it was part of her identity, and perhaps that was the reason why she took a few moments on each day of this commemorative journey to remember and thank. Of course it was a family trip, and they would all spend one day talking about Summer related memories at the foot of the wall that bore every victim fallen for the Faunus' cause, human and Faunus alike… but they all had their own ways of making this trip special. Qrow had left his flask at home and engaged to stay sober for the whole trip, Ruby had swapped her usual crimson cape for Summer's white, Taiyang openly spoke about his deceased wife to his daughter, and Yang took a few minutes each day to bring out memories.
And that's how year after year the pain of this fateful date had been eased, each member doing it's best to keep going, as Summer would have wanted. It had become automatic, everything soon becoming a ritual, and that's why Yang felt completely lost when one day she saw someone else at the memorial.
It was a tall woman with black hair and alabaster skin, carefully replacing the flowers in each vase and pausing a few seconds in front of each name column. Hesitating, Yang truly didn't know what to do. Was it appropriate to casually greet her? Still conflicted on what to do, she didn't move until the girl came close enough to notice her.
"Hello," she said, relieving Yang from her interrogations.
"Hello…" the blondie answered awkwardly
"You're here to commemorate?" the raven-haired added with a smile
"Yeah… my mother," she said nervously rubbing the back of her neck.
She felt completely ridiculous, not knowing what to do or how to make the situation less awkward… And then she realized she had been completely rude.
"And you?" she hasted, before realizing that it was perhaps completely unclear. "I mean, you're here to commemorate too?"
"Kind of." She replaced another vase with a swift movement, before turning back to Yang. "It's kind of a family tradition, we come here every month to replace the flower and remember those who fell. I should have done it a week ago, but I fell sick so here I am. I'm Blake by the way," she explained, extending her arm.
"Yang," the blondie said shaking it
She still had troubles processing everything Blake had said, flabbergasted that she was by the girl's calm, poise and kindness. Not to mention her soft voice, glimmering eyes and angelic smile. When finally her brain agreed on functioning, she had two things in mind: "I'd like to get to know her" and "God if sis', dad or Qrow sees me I won't hear the end of it".
Okay it's done… Completely late! Once again sorry, I can't focus on this lately… Writing 'Night' gave me too much ideas, and I went on with drawing some concept art for a superhero AU… Plus I had to get back to some older projects like some videos for my YouTube channel (it's French, but if you have any interest in 4 people doing what goes through their mind at the time, it's called "Equipe MRAG")…
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one. I was absolutely not inspired so I don't really like it but…. Meh.
See you later for today's chapter !