A/N: Update 4. I was not kidding when I said I wanted to get this story done XD
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"Glynda, meet Winter Schnee."
The younger woman saluted her with such intensity that Glynda almost took a step back in surprise. Of course, that surprise simply manifested in a raised eyebrow, but her heart was in disarray.
Winter Schnee, the oldest daughter of the Schnee Dust Company- the intelligent, capable young woman was famous across Remnant for having revoked her inheritance to the SDC in favour of joining the Atlesian Military. Clearly, the act had stirred the tabloids of the elites on Mantle eternally. She had heard more than enough stories from James about how her refusal of her family's wealth had been the talk of the nation for many a month.
Yet, it was one thing hearing about the new recruit James was always proudly mentioning and seeing her in reality. Winter was beautiful and poised, but in only the most strict and disciplined of ways. She carried herself with a pride and dignity that befitted only the best of soldiers. And, judging by how James' opinion of her was immeasurable, it was clear that Winter represented that decorum through her abilities on the battlefield as well.
"It's an honour to meet you, ma'am," the twenty-year-old said. "Your work in Beacon Academy is well-known."
"Likewise," Glynda replied, holding onto Winter's gaze for a long moment. What was this feeling stirring within her? It wasn't pride, nor jealousy- it was something else. Almost… competitive. Why did she feel like she needed to prove herself to this girl who was twenty years her junior?
But then, as Glynda watched the young woman make a perfectly succinct report of her latest Grimm extermination mission to James, it clicked into place.
"Schnee, you have another briefing to attend," James rumbled at the end of her report. "Make sure to get some rest."
Winter nodded, saluting the two professors one last time before she turned and strode purposefully back onto James' airship, shoulders straight and head held high.
"She's a good soldier," James said quietly once Winter was out of sight.
"So?"
James didn't say anything for a long moment, lost in thought. Finally, a small smile quirked his lips. "What do you think?"
"Of what- Miss Schnee?"
"Yes."
"Why does my opinion matter?"
And, to Glynda's surprise, the tips of James' ears turned red. It was almost as if they were students in the Academies yet again. "She's… I've mentored her since she entered the army," he replied at last. "She's bright, that one. Despite losing Jacques' support, she's thriving. And, well… I felt like you needed to meet her."
She rolled her eyes, biting back the disbelieving smile that wanted to slip onto her face. Steadying her voice, she commented, "Why does it feel like you just introduced to your daughter?"
He didn't acknowledge her question, instead huffing suddenly, "We need to go speak to Oz, don't we?"
She began to laugh- at first, it was small and subtle, but very quickly, the ridiculous nature of it all overtook her, rumbling from deep within her belly. It felt good- unbelievably so.
"What's so funny?" he scoffed, glaring at her as they walked towards Beacon Tower.
She shook her head, clearing her throat. It wasn't often that she laughed like that. "I've heard good things, James," she finally murmured. "You've done well."
His eyes lit up. And, as Professor Ozpin pointed out upon their arrival, his flushed face oddly proud for the rest of the evening. Glynda was contented knowing that she made it so.
