Ruby Rose-Schnee felt the ice-crusted snow crunch under her boot. She winced a bit, as it was more sound than she wanted to make, so she shifted her weight for the next few steps to make as little noise as possible. Her fur-lined cloak's hood was pulled up to her head, Crescent Rose fully extended in her tightly gloved hands. Behind her walked her daughter, Osiria, clad in her own winter-proof cloak, though she kept her outfit white as the snow around her. Her preferred weapon, Thorn, was casually slung over her right shoulder. It was an elongated staff made of solid steel with a flat spade-like blade on one end and a smaller crescent-shaped blade on the other.

"Stop here," Ruby said softly, keeping her voice low. "look around, tell me what you see." Osiria inherited Weiss' crystalline blue eyes and she scanned the snow-covered surroundings for anything out of the ordinary.

"Hoofprints," she said, pointing towards some indentations in the snow. "Looks like Borbatusk, maybe a herd? At least three or four. They've been here recently as the snow hasn't covered them up entirely."

"That's my girl!" Ruby beamed with pride. "You're going to make an awesome Huntress," she said, giving her daughter a supportive pat on the back. Unlike her Moms who were of the shorter stature, Osiria took after her Aunt Yang and was tall for her age, standing at close to six feet at only seventeen years old. Her face had Weiss' eyes, but Ruby's cheekbones and chin, her hair blood red, but with shocks of white streaks running through it. 'Candy Cane Hair' is what Ruby called it and even Aunt Nora had nicknamed her 'Candy Cane.'

Both Mother and Daughter quietly followed the tracks till they came to a small clearing that had a frozen creek running through it. True enough, four adult Borbatusks were grunting along in the snow, using their razor-sharp tusks to dig through the icy frost to find any source of food they could get, be it grubs or grass or tiny bugs. Ruby pulled down her hood so nothing would obstruct her vision, and silently motioned for Osiria to kneel beside her.

"Think you can take the shot?" Ruby whispered. "Don't worry if you miss, I'm not going anywhere." Osiria nodded, her eyes focused on the largest of the Grimm. Wordlessly, she held up her left hand and focused her aura and tapped into her Semblance. A razor-sharp icicle, about three feet in length, formed from thin air. The tip was sharp enough to punch through Kevlar and Osiria had become quite proficient in throwing it. Carefully, she gauged her shot, mentally calculating for distance and wind resistance and hurled the deadly frozen dagger. It connected squarely in the side of the neck of the demonic beast, it's squealing laborious and tortured. It should have killed it silently, but a slight miscalculation on Osiria's part had wounded it, but not fatally. It's grunts and squeals alerted its brethren and soon the entire herd charged towards the mother and daughter Huntresses.

"Oh, grapes!" Osiria yelled, desperately trying to grab Thorn, but she never had the chance. A cloud of rose petals filled her vision as a red blur streaked across the clearing in the Atlesian woods. It was hard to detect the exact movements, but Osiria could see her Mother's weapon spin and twirl with brutal precision and within moments the entire pack had been dismembered, vanishing into thin air. Ruby flipped Crescent Rose back into Sniper mode and slug it on the magnetic clasp on her back, pulling her hood back up to block out the cold winds. "...I'm sorry, Mom," Osiria said with defeat, but Ruby smiled and put a reassuring hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"It's fine. It was a rough shot. It's awfully windy out."

"I know, but I should have taken that into consideration! At this rate, I'll never be a Huntress if I can keep messing up like that!"

"Hey now!" Ruby said warmly, "don't talk like that! You start Beacon tomorrow and I'm sure you'll do great!" But Osiria just sighed and plopped down on an old tree stump.

"There's so much pressure on me, Mom. You and Mother are legends! Team RWBY defeated Salem! You fought monsters and criminals and came away unscathed! How am I supposed to live up to that?"

Ruby smiled at her daughter and scooted next to her, both of them sharing the stump.

"You want to talk about stress? I enrolled in Beacon two years earlier than the standard admission. I was fifteen years old and scared out of my mind-"

"I know, I know," Osiria interrupted. "you've told me this story hundreds of times. You met Mother that day and she hated your guts because you almost blew her up and Aunt Yang ditched you in the courtyard. I get it, but you were also a prodigy! My grades are barely good enough to get in."

"But you still got in!" Ruby countered. "And this is precisely what an Academy is for - to hone and develop your skills as a Huntress. I know it sounds corny and dumb, but I know what it feels like to have a famous Mom. All I heard growing up were the tales of STRQ from Grandpa and Uncle Qrow. They told me Grandma was a legendary warrior, that she could shoot lightning from her silver eyes, that she was the best student in the history of Beacon. But you know what? She wasn't. And it's when I finally realized this that I felt like I could finally breathe, you know? I didn't have to be the next Summer Rose, I just had to be the best Ruby Rose! No one is asking you to be the second coming of me or your Mother, but we are asking you to be the most kicking butt Osiria Rose-Schnee you can be!"

"I can try, but you made it look so effortlessly just now," Osiria bitterly mused, but Ruby just chuckled.

"Sweetie, I've had over twenty years of experience. I didn't just pick up Crescent Rose one day and suddenly I'm a team leader. It took practice and that's all you need - practice."

"I hope you're right," Osiria said with a shiver. "Can we head back now? I'm cold and hungry."

"Sure thing, Lil' Petal. Maybe we can stop by Taco Fiesta Hut on the way home."

"Okay, first, I told you that nickname is so embarrassing and second, I thought Mother was making a casserole for dinner?"

Ruby shuddered, but not from the cold. As much as she loved her wife, Weiss' culinary abilities were lacking, to say the least. The idea of another 'Surprise Meat' casserole did not appeal to her in the slightest.

"We'll just tell her I forgot and bought us a Burrito Party Box instead. I could go for some Steak-n-Queso Grilla Dillas right about now..."

THE NEXT DAY

The airship made a safe landing on the air pad at the newly rebuild Beacon Academy. It had taken years to undo the damage done by the Grimm and even longer to drive all of them out. But through the painstaking process, the once majestic school had been rebuilt to its former glory. In fact, the only difference is the statue in the courtyard was now replaced with a large bronze dedication to Pyrrha Nikos.

Inside the airship, Osiria fiddled with the edge of her uniform skirt, nervously tugging on them and her black tights. Weiss gently slapped her daughter's hand out of the way.

"There will be none of that," Weiss reprimanded. "This is a big day and I will not be having my daughter presenting herself with wrinkly clothing."

"Sorry, Mother," Osiria said blushing, but Ruby was quick to the defense.

"Cut her some slack, babe. This is a big day for her, she has every right to be nervous," she said, rubbing Osiria's shoulder.

"I suppose I may have acted too harshly, but you only get one first impression and that's it."

"Yeah, like Mom exploding?" Osiria giggled and now it was Ruby's turn to blush.

"Yes, well, if I had known that day the dolt who nearly killed me would be the dolt I would spend the rest of my life with, I would have accused you of huffing dust fumes. But I suppose we can never tell what life has in store for us, can we?" Weiss said.

"Hate to interrupt," the pilot yelled back from the cockpit, "but we're just waiting for clearance to unload. Please be patient with us for just a bit longer."

"Oh, uh, thanks!" Ruby yelled back. "You're doing a great job!"

"Was that really necessary?" Weiss said quietly, but Ruby just shrugged and grinned.

"Hey, it never hurts to give someone a compliment!" she said.

"So did you guys ever find out who the new Headmaster is?" Osiria asked. Ruby and Weiss stared at each other blankly, both women realizing they had never bothered to find out.

"You don't suppose it's another incarnation of Ozma or Ozpin, do you?" Ruby asked cautiously.

"I hope not. It was my understanding that his soul is finally at rest and last I heard, Oscar hadn't felt his presence for decades. I guess we'll find out. Hopefully, it's someone of the highest caliber, perhaps a famous retired Hunter or Huntress or an Atlesian general. I told Winter she should apply, but unfortunately, she didn't. Either way, I'm sure whoever is in charge now is the very best the world has to offer."

One of the attendants at the Academy opened the door of the airship, the hydraulics hissing as the loading ramp gently touched the landing pad. The new Headmaster was waiting outside and Ruby and Weiss instantly recognized him. The messy blonde hair, innocent blue eyes, the Pumpkin Pete logo tie...

"...or it could be Jaune," Weiss said with a heavy sigh.

"Actually, it's Professor Arc now!" he said, beaming with pride.

"Did they draw names out of a hat and the first thirty people weren't available?" Weiss half-teased. Jaune wanted to say something back, but cleared his throat and tried to stay professional.

"If you must know, I have full credentials as a licensed and trained Hunter, thank you very much," he said, his voice hiding a slight trace of smugness. "But enough about me, this is must be Osiria, yes?"

"Hello, sir," she said, giving a curtsey as Weiss had taught her. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Please, please, just call Professor Jaune! It sounds cool," he said, shaking her hand. "Come, let me introduce you to the rest of the students. I would suggest changing soon into your combat uniform as the team trials will begin shortly."

"No cliffs this time!" Weiss shouted as Jaune escorted Osiria towards the student body. Jaune just turned back around, grinned and give a thumbs up. "This school is going to burn down again with that fool in charge," Weiss muttered, but Ruby just wrapped her arms around her wife's waist and gave her a gentle smooch on the cheek.

"Everything is going to be fine, Snowflake! He's not the same Vomit Boy from all those years ago. He's a Hunter, through and through. He went through the same stuff we did and he survived. Osiria is in good hands," Ruby said reassuringly..

"I suppose so," Weiss admitted. "He still needs a better haircut though."