(A/N) So since FFN's system is kinda stupid for stories, I've decided to make an entirely separate story for Omakes and I might include the Apocrypha from the SB thread as well if people want to see them here.

If this is the first you've stumbled upon my works, I'd highly reccomend you read Ruby-B312 and accompanying stories first. There will be spoilers for those ahead and also like... none of this will make sense if you don't have the context from those stories.

Aaaaanyways, on with the actual content!

Canonicity - Canon

Timeframe - During V1C9 and V1C10 of Ruby-B312

Snow White and the Lunar Wolf

/-\ Weiss Schnee /-\

I was studying, as usual, after we had gotten back from class. Ruby had taken her sister out to spar, as she'd done every few days since the semester started. Blake had run off somewhere, likely to the library, but none of us really knew where our resident Cat Faunus went when she wanted to be alone. Things were still a little rocky between us, but we were back on speaking terms, at least.

Just as I moved onto the forty-fifth question of Doctor Oobleck's extra credit compendium, I heard a hesitant knock at the door.

I raised an eyebrow, mentally going through who it could possibly be, though that list was narrowed down quite quickly. I scowled when I realized it was probably Arc on the other side of that door.

As I opened it, I was extremely surprised to see Selini of all people. I blinked. "Can I help you?" I asked.

She nervously shifted under my gaze. "U- Umm… Y- Yes?"

"…Oh-kay…" I said slowly, trying to remain civil with my new 'friend'. "What, exactly, do you need?"

"P- People say you're sm- smart."

I sighed. "Look, I know I'm ranked number one in the entire year, but I will not allow you to copy my assignments." I sternly said as I moved to shut the door.

"W- Wait!" She shouted, but I ignored her and slammed the door…

…only for it to rebound off her foot.

She winced, but persisted nonetheless. "I- I can't copy you."

I blinked. "You should rephrase that." I said, thinking for a moment that she, as a non-native speaker of Valerian, made a simple error.

"N- No." She stuttered. "I- I can't- I'm not-" She paused. "Αγράμματος!" She said finally. "I- I don't know t- the word."

I gave her a deadpan look. "One moment…" I said, retrieving my scroll and opening the translator app. "Say the word again."

"A- Αγράμματος…"

My scroll dinged. "Recognized: Agrammatos. Language: Tykon. Translations: Illiterate, uneducated, ignorant, unlettered."

I stared at the screen for several moments, completely disbelieving, before turning back to Selini, who was looking at her feet in shame. "You can't read…"

"N- No…"

"And you came to me for help."

"Y- Yes…"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why not your team? Or the headmaster?"

"O- Ozpin said m- my team should help me." She said. "Th- they don't. Just give me s- some p- paper and tell me to w- write…"

I gave her request some thought. "Meet me every Saturday in the library at nine-o-clock sharp. Bring a pencil and a notebook."

She perked up, her tail beginning to rapidly wag behind her. "T- Thank you!" She shouted. "I- I won't be late!" She yelled before taking off.

I crossed my arms. "You better not be…" I trailed off, shutting the door.

Nearly two months later

I paged through the book in front of me, searching for the story I'd have Selini read when she arrived. She had made much progress since we started; going from literally not knowing even any letters, to being able to read children's books on her own.

While her spoken vocabulary was… workable, she still had much difficulty with larger words. Today I would be giving her a test of sorts. I'd picked out a story I thought she'd like, given that it was written by the descendants of her people.

Right on time, she sat down, her eyes lingering on my book. "H- Hi." She said.

"Hello, Selini." I reciprocated. "Have you been practicing?"

She enthusiastically nodded. "Y- yes. I got through t- that book you gave me." She frowned. "Th- that is not ano- another kid's book, is i- it?"

I shook my head. "No, I think you should be able to read this now." I said, sliding the book over to her. "It's a book of Tykon legends, though the one I'll have you read today is from Thessikon bay; to the north of Vale." I paused. "I expect you won't know a word here or there, but you should try sounding it out. And if you still don't know, ask me."

She gave a shaky nod and began reading aloud. She would struggle with the occasional word, but she was still making progress.

The story itself takes place long ago, but, being a transcription of oral history, the specific date had been lost; only that it was 'many generations before the world burned', referencing the Great War.

It follows a young would-be warrior partaking in a coming of age ritual gone awry. He was supposed to 'climb the ashen mountain and slay the beast within its maw', but when he was on his last legs in the fight, the gods supposedly intervened, striking down what was probably an Elder Griffon with 'bows that shot arrows made of water'.

Two figures, which the story claims are the aforementioned gods, approach him and speak in a 'foreign and incomprehensible tongue'. Both are described as slender beings wearing helmets with large glass faceplates, a strange purple and black cloth covering them from head to toe, strange forked feet, and only having three fingers on each hand.

I internally chuckled at the description. It was probably just some strangely dressed people from another village.

The main character returns to his village battered and beaten, but victorious. The boy, now technically a man, goes through weeks of praise, the others not knowing of the 'divine intervention' he benefited from.

Eventually, it gets to be too much for him to bear and he comes clean. Some called for his banishment, others, for another trial. The Shaman, instead, calls him a hero, as the 'gods' themselves judged him worthy. He then lives out the rest of his days as a warrior, protecting his village 'till his final breath'.

I gave a slight smile as she finished the story, she was progressing faster than I thought she would.

She looked up to me, a nervous look in her eyes. "D- Did I do good?"

"Well." I corrected. "And yes, you did." She sighed in relief. "I expected to help you with at least fifty words, but you only needed it for a dozen." Suddenly, my scroll chimed. I glanced down at it for a moment. "Ah, it seems our time is up for today." I hummed. "Seeing as you're ahead of where you should be, you should use that book to study from over break."

"O- Okay." She said. "Th- Thanks for doing thi- this on a Friday instead o- of Saturday like n- normal."

I shrugged. "It worked into my schedule." I said, packing my things. "Now if you'll excuse me, my team and I have an outing to Vale planned." I said before leaving the Wolf Faunus to do whatever she usually does.

As I walked to our meeting point, I idly noted how ironic it was that I, the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, was getting along with a Faunus of all people. 'Two, actually…' I mentally corrected when I spied a familiar bow-wearing Cat Faunus in the distance.

Just as I remembered my friends, the image of a newly-tailless Wolf Faunus wormed its way into my mind. I remembered how I left him for dead a scant few months ago simply because of what he was.

Needless to say, I felt enormously guilty.

As I neared my teammates, I buried my thoughts and put on my carefully maintained expression of neutrality. A Schnee never shows weakness, after all…