A/N Chapter two update completed. 2-11-2019
Fade Brightly
Chapter Two
No matter how many times Ashe finds herself within a bullhead, she will never get used to it. Floating through the air with no means of escape, or survival if something were to happen to the bullhead. Anyone could just shoot you down and it was entirely noticeable from a distance. Not only that, they usually have small sitting or standing areas. Especially on this flight, there are young teenagers everywhere. They are loud, exciting and just mostly being obnoxious. Why, oh why did she decide to accept his proposal. She is already regretting her decision and Ashe has yet to even arrive. But it is only for this one time, at least she hopes. They were Ozpin's instructions after all.
It can't get any worse from here, right?
Ashe crosses her arms over her chest and grasps at her own biceps in a light grip. Her right foot is raised off the ground and flattened against the wall behind her. This is why she has never liked crowds. They make her feel extremely uncomfortable, and they don't even notice her presence. Thank god for that though. She highly doubts she would be able to handle anyone talking to her, let alone staring at her. A group of males begin to head in her direction. She doubts they noticed her and find that the spot is empty. With a shrug, she pushes off the wall and finds herself approaching the large window. Looking out the window, Ashe peers over the city of Vale. Now that she looks it over from the sky, it is quite a beautiful city. 'So, this is what its like to see it from the sky, hm?'
She quietly gazes out into the sky with a serene smile upon her face. At least in this corner the crowd is more subdued. Ever since her conversation with Ozpin, she has been constantly questioning herself about what she truly wants. Sure, it will take her time before she opens to others, but maybe this is a good start for her. At least Miyako was nice and did not question her after the conversation with Ozpin. It was kind of her to let Ashe stay longer till closing time. She would love to visit another time, once she settles herself in and earns some Lien. With a soft sigh her gloved hand reaches out and gently trails her finger tips along the cool glass.
Her thoughts are interrupted by two loud female voices toward her side. Great, now who's disturbing her quiet time. Is there no place upon this bullhead where she can get some peace and quiet? How much longer till they make landfall? It's becoming suffocating. Ashe peers over her slender shoulder, as the tips of her pigtails tickle at the base of her neck. The first thing she notices is a bright red color. She blinks quietly as it is indeed a very bright red and it appears to be a cloak belonging to a small young girl. The more noticeable color that catches her attention is the bright gold. The gold cascades down like the mane of a lion, and yes that is indeed hair. Ashe rubs onto her eyes as she glances back toward the gold. 'How long has she let it grow out? That must have taken years.' But she has to say, it is a very beautiful shade of gold and looks very well taken care of. She must take great pride in it.
Their colors are too bright. It hurts her eyes. Can't they take it down a notch?
"I don't want to be the bee's knees, okay?! I don't wanna be any kind of knees! I just want to be a normal girl, with normal knees." Ashe turns back toward the window as she tilts her head slightly. Ah, she can sort of relate to that.
"What's with you? Aren't you excited!" No, no she is not. At least nothing has made her want to be excited right now. Especially not with this crowded bull head, or the two loud ladies nearby. Or that blond haired guy that looks like he's gonna barf.
"Of course, I'm excited. It's just, I got moved ahead two years." Ooo, a prodigy? Hm, but why would they let someone two years younger start early? There is only one person she can think of that would allow that to happen. She grumbles under her breath in a whisper, "Ozpin." Yea, he would totally find amusement in it. "I don't want people to think I'm special or anything." Ashe hears footsteps as she tilts her head back. The golden teen approaches the red hooded girl and gives her a soft hug as their voices soften. A hallow smile forms upon her lips as she watches the two from afar. She can relate a bit. Being normal would be a blessing, but at the same time…she does not want to be normal. Is it selfish that she would want to be special? That she would want people to think that she was something more? Then again, she is already special. Just…not in the way that she wants. Ashe startles as a sudden and booming voice bellows out through the lobby. Whirling around her bell chimes loudly.
"The Robbery was led by nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities." She paces a few steps toward the source of the sound to get a better visual. She finds herself staring at a large screen with Torchwick's mugshot, orange hair and green eye. "If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department." She clenches her hands into fists as the report finishes. 'He is still out there.' She hears another voice from the hologram, but she chooses to ignore it. Pacing away she finds an available seat along the wall. It takes her quite a few steps to reach the available chair with her smaller steps.
Plopping down into the soft cushion her bell chimes out in a happy tune. 'There is no doubt he knows that I am alive. After all his goons would fail to report in, and since my body wasn't found and reported in the news. It wouldn't be hard to know that I survived. But the real question is, would he be too busy to follow up, or will he try to silence me as quick as he can?' She leans her head back and gently bumps it against the wall with a soft thud as her bell chimes once more.
"Oh, hello there~"
Ashe startles in her seat with a small hop and thud. Turning her head, she finds a woman sitting nearby, with only an empty seat between them. She was beautiful, to say the least. Bright green eyes met her own honey, glimmering with friendliness. Her smile was shining and radiant in her direction. Ashe had to wrestle with the urge to flinch away from such a bright and beautiful smile. Luscious, long red hair in a pony-tail that curled into a ring-let down passed the seat and nearing the floor. Mostly because she was sitting. A bronze circlet was resting upon her crown like it belonged there. 'Is everyone here going to have such beautiful hair? Making me feel really self-conscious about my looks here.' Her eyes glance down at a brown over bust corset that rests upon her body. Ashe's own hands raise up and pat down at her own chest. 'Yea, really making me self-conscious here.'
Looking back up toward the red head, she finds her smile straining awkwardly, green eyes shuffle around a little. Her body fidgeting quietly and awkwardly. Oh, that's right, Ashe has yet to responded. Ah, that is quite awkward and rude. Sorry, that's her social anxiety peering its head. Ashe quietly coughs into a fist before nodding toward the red head. She reminds her of one of those legendary amazon warrior princesses. "Hello." Wonderful, a one word greeting. Ashe is going places in this world. Now if she can work harder and make it two, then that would be double!
Gotta look at the positives.
The red head smiles brightly toward the small girl, stretching out her right hand with an opera-length brown glove on display, and showing just how muscular the woman was. "My name is Pyrrha Nikos, I apologize about not seeing you there earlier. I hope I wasn't being rude. What's your name?" Ashe's hand slowly reaches out awkwardly and shyly. The wobbly grin upon Ashe's lips was forced and fragile; She gently grasps the larger hand. Pyrrha gently squeezes it in greeting and shake with a warm smile.
"Ashe Souris." No, she did not squeak it out just now. Ashe will fight anyone who says otherwise.
Ashe quickly retracts her hand from Pyrrha, turning down her gaze and fidgeting. She cursed her social awkwardness while rubbing onto her thighs. This must be one of the more best-case scenarios to interact with someone that isn't interrogating her or fearing for their life. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ashe. I take it you are also heading to Beacon Academy to become a huntress?" Ashe nods her head softly and mumbles out a soft 'Mm' in response. She could easily hear the lady-like teenager shuffling about with her armor clicking softly. The beautiful red head brings her own arms back and folds them neatly into her lap, a proper lady. She is very well mannered and extremely nice. Her eyes were sparkling with kindness and warmth with a smile stitched onto her beautiful lips.
Here she was, making a complete ass of herself. It doesn't help that she feels like a street-urchin next to a noble. Then again, that is kind of accurate isn't it? Huh, she should really stop doing that. She's only going to make herself depressed. Then how is she going to explain that? Pyrrha would probably be weirded out and think she is a freak. Then she would probably tell the rest of her friends about that one girl that was socially awkward and got all depressed. Then she would have to go through the rest of the academy as 'that' girl that everyone will avoid and point before she ends up-
Control.
"That's wonderful! I look forward to studying and working together with you, Ashe. Which primary academy did you go to before coming to Beacon? I myself went to Sanctum Academy, but it was always a dream of mine to come to Beacon." Shit. How is she supposed to respond to this? Ashe never went to a primary huntsman academy. Isn't it a requirement for all students to have attended a primary academy before going on to Huntsman academies? Ashe's hands reach out toward her knees and grasps at them firmly. 'I've never gone to an academy before. What do I say, Ozpin hasn't spoken to me since then.' Sweat begins to pour down her temples as she flickers her eyes toward Pyrrha who eagerly awaits a response. That wonderful and kind smile showing her patience. Curse you Ozpin, you never contacted her again after that night and didn't mention any type of cover story should she need it. Fuck it, she will wing it. She's got this in the bag.
"A-ah..."
Genius.
"Blaaaaaarg-bleeeh."
Both girls startle up in shock, finding a tall and thin male holding his stomach. Was he vomiting in the corner by himself? He then dashes across the bright golden-haired teen and red cloaked girl. Well, she didn't think anyone would vomit like that. But Ashe has never been more thankful for someone humiliating themselves. Small miracles. This gives her the perfect moment of opportunity. "Something-just-came-up. Gotta-go-bye!" Ashe fled from that awkward situation with a bell chime. Pyrrha was unable to call out for her before escaping. Never let it be said that Ashe doesn't know how to run away from social situations. Because she may as well be a professional at it by this point.
Clearly a prodigy.
She takes a small glimpse outside, the bullhead is descending at a rapid rate. 'We should be landing any second. Then I can get the hell off this thing. I have had enough social interacts for the rest of my life.' She only talked to one person, need she be reminded. That was just a few sentences. Ashe couldn't even keep the conversation going. She was not a social butterfly. Quickly making her way toward the hatch, she finds the blond male from before with his eyes closed and leaning onto the wall. One hand over his mouth, the other wrapped around his stomach. He groans out pitifully, Ashe rolls her eyes with a sigh. Reaching toward her back pocket, she pulls out a simple and white handkerchief. She hands it toward him, "Here." Ashe's bell chimes quietly.
He cracks an eye open to find the offered cloth extended toward him. His hand weakly reaches out and takes it from her hand with a soft mumble of "Thanks". He brings the cloth toward his mouth to wipe away some of the bile and saliva. He begins to sway upon his feet. With a loud bang and quaking of the ship, the hatch starts to pry open as the other passengers stampede in their direction. Glancing over the crowd, she easily notices Pyrrha Nikos towering over most of the crowd, she was quite tall. Ashe could tell that she was looking for something. Considering how her head kept shifting and scouting out the crowd. More than likely, she's looking for someone. Ashe has a good hunch on who.
Ashe ducks down her head, pulling on her hat to make it snug, blending into the stampeding crowd with practiced ease. She really doesn't feel like having someone attempting to follow her throughout the whole day. Right now, she much rather be alone. Being stuck in that bullhead with all those people have really stressed her out. She doesn't need someone hanging off her shoulder. No matter how nice they might seem. Sometimes being alone was best. Her shoulder is roughly shoved, she snarls before glaring at the offender. The blond male barreled through the crowd before suddenly vomiting loudly into the closest trashcan. Her nose wrinkles in disgust while shuffling away. 'He...he can keep that handkerchief. I don't want it back.'
Soon the rowdy crowd arrives in a plaza made of stone with a beautiful fountain flowing clean and clear water into its pool. Ashe quickly breaks away from the group to the nearest tree and hides behind its large trunk. Pressing her back up against the wood, she waits till all the footsteps drown out and disappear into the distance. Why the hell is she so afraid of running into someone she just met? This is why she has no friends. Every chance she gets an opportunity, she runs away like a coward. With a sigh, Ashe peers around the trunk. The plaza was mostly empty with a few stragglers, she deems it safe for her to once more grace it with her presence. Ashe straightens her tophat and bell collar with a practiced ease. She really needs to work on some social skills.
But not today.
Releasing a heavy breath in a sigh, she slowly walks out from the shadows of the tree. Finally, free of worry, Ashe paces to the center of the plaza before the main building. With as few people that remained behind, her semblance should make them leave her in peace to take in the sight. Honey colored eyes gaze upon the academy in wonder, or castle she should say. It easily drowns her in its artistry, there is so much for her to gaze upon. She has never been to an academy before, so are they all as grandiose as this one? Perhaps each has a different theme or maybe they are all the same? Its an exciting thought, she would like to visit them all one day. That would be wonderful. The greenery and colorful flowers blend in with the darker shades of marble used to build the castle. They would be great for drawing. A few light posts and benches litter along the stone pathway. Each of them crafted with stone and marble that was handmade.
'Wow, they really didn't spare no expense for this place. Am I really going to attend...Beacon Academy? It seems more like a dream than a reality. If so, then I really do not want to wake up.' Reaching upward her gloved hand gently wraps around her silver bell. 'Maybe my luck is finally turning around. I'll even be able to become a huntress. I can keep my promise.'
Boom!
Startling at the sudden explosion, Ashe readies her daggers in a tight squeeze out of instinct. 'Can I not have a positive thought without things blowing up in my face for once?!' There at the source of explosions, is the most bizarre sight. It seemed to be a fireball considering there is a black smoke flooding into the air, but there are also lightning bolts arcing within the smog. Were those ice patches upon the ground as well? Her brow arches in curiosity, 'What…what just happened?' Its like someone just caused Burn, Ice, and Lightning to ignite all at once. Why would someone even do that? How would someone accomplish that in the first place?
"Ugh! You complete, dolt!"
Releasing her breath, Ashe pries her fingers from the hilts of her blades, accident it seems. Still, how would you go about mixing them like that and causing an explosion. Any responsible person would keep them in separate vials or cartridges. It is common sense. You do not mix dust that is already refined. Ashe straightens her hat once more before huffing in their direction. "So, this is what I have to work with huh? I wonder who caused it."
The smog quickly disperses from a passing breeze. Two girls are shown within, they are both fanning their arms while coughing. She recognizes the girl in a bright red cloak from the bullhead. Ashe has been seeing her quite a bit lately. On the other hand, the second girl catches her eye. But not for a good reason. Its like someone just doused her in iced water. Honey coated eyes quiver out in shock with a breath lodged within her throat. 'No, please no. Don't let my luck be that bad. Maybe it's not her, perhaps its someone else and just looks like a Schnee.' Ashe nods her head convincing herself with a soft chime. Yea, that could be it. What are the odds it would be her, of all people? The chances were extremely small, and wouldn't she be in Atlas? Ashe watches a sultry female teenager strut forward with a vial in hand. Wavy and flowing black locks cascading down her lithe figure.
"It's Heiress, actually. Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company-"
Sputtering to herself, an imaginary flame licks onto her back. 'No...nonono.' Her vision swims in a vortex while swaying upon her feet. Ashe's gloves catch her own interest, blood oozes out from under and down her wrist. 'It's not real. It's not real.' Gritting her teeth, Ashe forces her mental state into a calm. 'Don't let the memories take root. She won't recognize me.' Breathing through gritted teeth, she attempts to compose herself once more. Of course, that's right. She shouldn't recognize Ashe. She wore a mask on that night and she was so much younger. Repress and forget. Lock them away in bolt and chain. Throw the key away. "It's all in the past." All she must do is avoid the Schnee through out her entire stay here. Simple. Easy. Shouldn't be that difficult.
"Worst day ever! Luggage is thrown everywhere, by a child! Only for said child to combust my dust with a sneeze! A sneeze! Then to have my family company insulted by that black-haired girl! This is only the first day! Urg!" Ashe startles her gaze upward at the sudden angry griping. She finds Weiss Schnee stomping in her direction, heeled-wedges clack and click against the stone. Anxiety wraps its hands around Ashe's neck in a vice grip. Her bell chimes softly from her panting breath. Weiss rears her head to the source. Those light blue eyes were mesmerizing, if not chilling. Staring at one another, Weiss pauses mid-step. Ashe could barely make out the girl standing before her in an anxiety attack. Weiss's brows pinch together in an angry frown. "What are you looking at?" Weiss Schnee huffs and continues her march to the academy. Not even bothering to wait for a response.
Hunching over, Ashe clings onto her chest for life. Focusing on the pain to quell her mind. Breath, just breath. She's gone. She did not recognize me. Through gritted teeth, Ashe reins in her breathing with a coat of sweat. 'Give me a break, please. I am starting to regret my decision to come here. It's one freak out after another.' Taking a deep breath, Ashe rests a hand upon her heart, letting it thunder against her chest. Ever so slowly and soft, her heart beat begins to relax. 'Mm, calm. Calm.' Inhaling deeply, Ashe straightens up with a chime of her bell. 'Now then-'
Ashe finds a pair of amber colored eyes preying upon her. She couldn't help but freeze. The effects from her panic attack still fresh and there. The purple eye-shadow made those eyes appear more mystic, it was like she was being judged silently. Ashe unintentionally takes a small step back and away from the girl before her. Ashe notices a black bow upon her head twitch before the girl turns away, long black hair whips in her wake. Ashe gazes at the sultry strut, a soft click of heels on the stone. Ashe's hands slowly reach up and grip onto the rim of her hat, tugging it down in frustration. "Nn..."
Frustration and annoyance rage within her mind. Ashe quickly retreats from the plaza, heart and stress wary of any surprises. The entrance of Beacon Academy welcomed her with open doors. 'Before something else happens, I'm going to the auditorium. Last thing I need is another surprise before she awakens again.' A neat and legible sign that points her in the correct direction. Small miracles that the rest of the trip was uneventful, no surprises, nothing.
The way it should be.
Before long she hears clamorous mumbling coming from the open doors to the auditorium. Ashe slowly peers into their depths, the voices grow louder. With a frown, she notices everyone is packed inside like a can of sardines. She sighs loudly before rubbing onto the back of her neck. This must be the place. 'Maybe a quiet spot on the wall is available.' Glancing toward the left side of the room, Ashe notices Pyrrha Nikos on that side of the room with a crowd around her. She looks uncomfortable but is politely talking when called upon. Toward the middle, Weiss Schnee is arguing with the red cloaked teen from before with the golden girl beside her.
Nope.
Toward the right side, she doesn't seem to notice anyone on that end. With a relieved sigh, Ashe spots an opening on the outside of the wall. She melds with the shadows, her bell eerie silent. Thankfully the path wasn't too clustered, and easily weaved between other aspirants. She successfully approaches the empty spot along the wall with a content sigh. The murmurs were still vehemently annoying, but she will take that any day over being forced into conversation. So far everything has been going horribly wrong. Its like Ozpin purposely made everything cramped and clustered to force her into a public settings. Or he was too lazy to want to work. If it's the former, she is going to kick his ass later. Gratitude at the opportunity or not. So far, the decision to accept is beating her down into the ground. Ashe sighs softly with a thump against the wall from the back of her head. Her bell chimes softly from the action. Maybe that's to harsh. "This sucks." After all, it is not even close to being a day so far. Maybe she's being to pessimistic about this.
"Kinda."
Ashe perks at the female voice to her side. Soft and sultry, she almost missed it in the noise. Apparently, her luck is just that bad. How did Ashe not notice her there or did she just blend into the shadows? Tilting her head toward the side with widened eyes, she is once more met with that same shade of color. Once again, her honey eyes are met by amber. This time, the eyes linger for a minute longer. Ashe notices her black buttoned vest with coattails and her white, sleeveless undershirt with a black scarf around her neck. She had a pale skin complexion with arms crossed under her bust. Those long legs of hers were crossed, while leaning against the wall, with white shorts and full stockings going down into her low-heeled boots. The two girls stare at one another before Ashe rips her gaze away from the pestering amber. Ashe turns her gaze down and away in awkwardness. "Mm."
A soft hum rolls off her throat in a purr before turning those eyes elsewhere. Ashe presses her back into the wall firmly, wishing to meld and disappear into its sturdy strength. That was so awkward. She really needs to be aware of her surroundings and learn not to open her damn mouth. Seriously, how many times has it got her into awkward situations? Granted, they may not be awkward to normal people, but she's not normal. No, wait. She is normal. Everyone else is abnormal. Yes, that's right. She is not at fault here.
"Ahem...I'll keep this brief."
Ashe snaps her gaze back forward and tilts her top hat back into place at the sound of the familiar voice. She zeros in on black and green outfit upon the stage. Turmoil wars within her mind. Half of her is happy to see the man and to know that he is doing well and hasn't killed her yet. Especially since he seems to have been honest about her joining his academy to become a huntress. At least so far, no traps or anything yet. So that's a plus. On the other hand, she kind of wants to deck him across the face for all the near heart attacks that she has had so far. Sure, it is not his fault. But she needs someone to blame, and he is the easiest one to vent her frustrations on. So, she's spiteful, she never claimed to be a saint. Far from it. It is the least he can do for her suffering. That face of his would make a great target.
Does that make her an ass?
Probably.
Straightening herself off the wall, Ashe pats down her clothing with a neutral expression before tugging onto her vest to straighten it out. Hat straight, she clasps her hands together and rests them near her lower body. She never really notices the amber eyes watching her from close proximity.
"You have traveled here today in search of knowledge. To hone your craft and acquire new skills."
Yeah...No, she did not travel here in search of knowledge. She was kinda just doing her own thing here in the city of Vale before eventually going off to a new city for a while. Ashe is not the type to sit in one place for too long. Plus the only craft that you could possibly call one would be thievery. But would that be considered a craft? Maybe? But it's not like she can practice it here, or even use it. The last thing she wants to do is get caught or cause problems, and then get the boot. Or worse. The worst would probably be prison or death. She is not looking forward to those odds. It will be better to just not risk it at all. So, that's kind of a dead horse at this point. Sure, it may come in handy eventually, but for now all she has is her ability to fight. She's not that book smart. So, there's that. '…Wonderful...'
"And when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction."
Ashe holds her tongue in cheek, 'Well, for the moment I have no direction. I suppose that is true. But that's why I came here, right? So that I may find my direction one day. I wonder where I will end up in a few years? Hm, maybe I will still be the socially awkward girl that sits in the back with no friends?' She hums in thought as she imagines herself as a popular diva with a crowd of fans around her. She stands upon a pedestal with lights upon her as she laughs out in an annoying princess laugh. She barks out a laugh before waving the thought away. Yea, no. She highly doubts she would ever become that type of person. Just standing on a pedestal with lights upon her in an empty room would make her go into cardiac arrest. She's mostly here to keep a long lost promise.
"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." As Ozpin steps away from the microphone, Ashe looks up and watches as he turns her direction with a whisper of a smile, and gives the tiniest of nods. Without fan fair, Ozpin disappears from the stage and room. Well, technically, knowledge would free her? Now that she thinks about it, that whole choice at the end of the café really didn't leave her much of a choice did it? Regardless, just accepting his offer would be considered her first step, so would this be her second or third? Just getting on that crowded bullhead was a challenge that nearly made her want to quit. Is it her, or has she been doing nothing but complaining since she arrived? When did she turn into such a whiner? ...Has she always been like this?
"You will gather in the ballroom tonight. Tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready, you are dismissed." She blinks her eyes at the voice. Glancing back up, she must have been occupied by her own thoughts. She catches a glimpse of Glynda Goodwitch pacing off the stage with a scroll neatly tucked against her chest. Ashe droops against the wall, 'Aw, I missed the view of Goodwitch.' Pressing her back into the wall, she lets out a shallow breath. Ashe allows her eyes to flutter and close in rest, she listens to the sound of the crowd stampeding out with their obnoxious voices. Finding the room empty, she sighs to herself quietly. How much time passed while she was waiting? Kicking herself off the wall, Ashe raises her arms up into the air in a stretch, a soft moan escapes her lips. The bell jingles softly at the movement.
Her top-hat shimmies slightly at the sound of heels. With a tilt of her head, Ashe finds a familiar black-haired teen beside her. Maybe an arm distance or two away. That's questionable, considering she is tiny and has small arms. Swallowing the lump within her throat, she turns back and rasps fingertips against her thigh. 'This…This is awkward…Why is she walking next to me?' Was she waiting for her to leave the whole time? Was she also waiting for the crowd to thin out and just so happened to leave at the exact same time? Tilting her head back over, Ashe finds her casually keeping pace beside her. 'Do…do I say something? What should I do in this type of situation?' While her mind rages, the other teen just continues her walk, not even bothering to pay much attention to Ashe. Her bow twitching slightly at the soft chimes.
The short trip was made in peace, neither spoke to one another. Well peace for one of the girls, as the other was borderline catatonic. Nearing the ballroom, they soon find themselves before a quickly shrinking line with just a few people before them. Two tables are set up on either side of the entrance into the ballroom with a male teen sitting at each one. As the queue up in line, they await their turns in peaceful silence. As it nears her turn, she notices the black-haired beauty going before her toward the opposite side of the entrance. As the final person before her finishes, she notices the male teenager at the table is a tanned and has a black buzz cut type of hair style. "Anyone else?"
Ashe approaches the table silently, but he doesn't seem to have noticed her yet. "Mm…"
She watches at the large male sputters in shock while whirling in her direction. His eyes widened before he leans back and clutches at his broad chest. "Jeeze…I didn't notice you there. My bad. Name?"
"Ashe Souris."
Mumbling to himself, he flips through a stack of stapled papers. "S..S...S... let's see. There we go. Ashe Souris." He then quickly writes down a number followed by a combination of sorts onto a notepad, with a quick swipe, he rips it off and holds it out toward her. "This is your locker number and combination. All the things that you shipped ahead of you are already inside for you."
She blinks while staring at the parchment, "My things?" She softly squeaks out in confusion. Ashe didn't send anything. She wouldn't even know how to send something here. Isn't there some type of system for that? 'I don't own anything, or even have anything to send. All my possessions are on my person.' Well, there's the bike, but that's not her's...Is it?
With a soft sigh he folds the papers back to the original stapled top before straightening them against the table. "Yes, your things. I recommend that you go to your locker and get ready for lights out. They go out in roughly three hours or so. Now move along so we can keep the line going and I can start closing. Shoo." He absentmindedly waves her off.
"Mm." Giving it a quick once over she folds it neatly and tucks it into her vest pocket. Her honey eyes gaze about the entrance, finding that the black bow wearing teen is already long gone before she even finished. Ashe shrugs her shoulders, it's not like she was expecting her to wait around for her. They don't even know each other. Although a tiny part pains at the thought of her leaving. It was nice to not walk alone to somewhere for once. Ozpin doesn't count. She was his prisoner after all. Ashe makes her way toward the locker rooms, having memorized her number and combination already. Peering into the long corridor, Ashe finds it to be mostly empty and void of everyone, but one person. Those amber eyes found her once more. She was tightening a black and white string around her pajamas.
Ashe tilts her head slightly, she's never seen those type of pajamas before. It was a black and white skirt with a robe type of top. She has to say though, she still looks seductive in her sleep wear. That's quite envious and difficult to pull off. Her brow raises noticing that she is still wearing her bow 'How strange...then again, I will have to sleep with my hat. So, not like I am one to talk.' Ashe politely nods her head toward the other teen while trailing a gloved hand along the locker numbers before stopping at hers. Turning around the other girl is already up and gone from the room.
Ashe awkwardly rubs onto the back of her neck. 'But I don't even have any pajamas...Generally I just slept in whatever outfit I could snatch.' But that boy mentioned that she had delivered some things ahead of time. That can't be…But she is highly curious as to what they could be. She highly doubts its an explosive trap, but that would be interesting. She quickly punches in the locker code with a soft click signaling the correct sequence. Peering inside, Ashe finds it empty, as expected. With a soft sigh her gaze shifts downward before pausing. At the bottom is a small, cardboard box. 'A box...I didn't send anything.' Curious, it even has her name upon it. There are only a handful of people that know her name and could probably count them on one hand.
Reaching down, Ashe lifts the box cautiously. It is quite light and could probably carry it one handed. So, it must not be anything too valuable or fragile. Maybe. She was never good at guessing what's in the box. Things always exploded. Ashe hums softly to herself while sitting upon a bench before her opened locker. The box was taped down the middle, so she grabbed one of her trusty daggers and gently slices through the sticky tape. 'Mm, what's in the box?'
Ashe re-holsters her dagger with it's job completed. Drawing in a deep breath, she trails a gloved finger between the opening before prying it open cautiously. Brows crunch together upon her face in confusion, 'What…what is this?' Reaching inside she grasps a white, cotton-made tank top. The material is nice and soft to the touch. So, its not a cheap generic one. Looking at its size, she finds that it would fit quite well. More confusion draws upon her face while refolding the cloth neatly. The next object is a simple pair of black shorts. By the looks of it, they would reach just above the knee. A gloved hand raises up and rubs onto her cheek before setting it aside. 'Who sent this?' Peering further into the box, she finds a pair of black slippers separating the clothing from all the toiletries at the base of the box.
"I…Who…Why?"
A small object hidden inside of one of the slippers catches her attention. Reaching inside, Ashe brushes against a piece of paper. It was small and neatly folded to conceal its contents. Turning it back and forth, there's nothing written on the outer layers. She quietly sets the box on the opposite side of her from the clothing. 'Well, lets see who this secret Santa is.' Opening the note, Ashe finds it blank. 'What...Oh.'/p
She opened it backwards. Thankfully, no one was around to see that.
Ashe flips it over to find neat, cursive writing. 'Nn, cursive writing. I can't read it that well. I should work on my reading and writing.' Ashe leans closer while using one finger to trace over the cursive letters. It's always been one of her more embarrassing qualities that she keeps secret. Her academic skills are not that great. It is one of the reasons why she admires Glynda Goodwitch so much. The little lessons she put out for people to view, really helped her learning. Sure, she learned plenty when it comes to foraging, fighting, and street-sense. But she always wanted to attend a regular academy for basic knowledge. Sadly, she missed out on that during her childhood, but at least she is at one now. If she is accepted. It may be difficult for her for now, but she will struggle through. At least she will be able to read it while tracing and spelling it out in her head.
'Do your best...I have faith in you. Ozpin.'
Small droplets spill onto the parchment. Ozpin sent the gifts, but why? Why would he go out of his way for such a thing? There is no reason to go so far above and beyond for someone like her. They are strangers. Ashe does not trust in Ozpin for even a moment. While he offered the choice and she accepted...Did she truly have a choice in the matter? "I'll try." This must be his way of trying to earn her trust. That he truly is genuine in his offer of making her a huntress at his academy. Ashe shutters out a breath before using her arm to wipe away at the tears. Looking over her gifts, Ashe stands into a soft chime of her bell.
"Thank you, Ozpin."
She folds the parchment neatly and with care before placing it into her inner-vest pocket. It would appear, that she has acquired a new valuable. She will treasure it for as long as she is able. Ashe pats her cheeks in a firm smack, pulling herself together. Ashe quickly undresses into her new pajamas. Ashe notices a small pillow at the base of the box once she finishes changing. Gently reaching down, she pulls it out after wiggling it free from the bottles of toiletries. It is a simple pillow with an ash colored case. It was quite soft. Ashe approves. She then locks away the rest of her possessions before checking out her new pajamas in the sink's mirror. Finding a slight redness to her eyes, she turns the faucet and splashes water onto her face. The tips of her bangs becoming damp, she removed the elastic hair bands from her twin tails. Her ash colored hair cascades down toward her lower neck and shoulders. Her top-hat still sat proudly upon her head.
She smiles slightly at her reflection in the mirror. "Mm." A small spark of courage swells within her belly. Everything will be alright. She may be struggling now with my emotions and paranoia, but..."One day." Her voice was soft but resolved. She twirls in her new slippers, scraping the soles against the ground before she grabs the pillow from the bench. Ashe slithers out of the locker room with pillow in hand to the sleeping area. Her breath hitches at scene before her. People were scattered in groups, talking and joking happily between each other. A few stragglers were walking in-between each other from group to group. Ashe gulps to herself as she looks for any space for herself. 'So many people here. It's crowded. I hate crowds. Don't they know how to condense a little bit?' She perks while spotting a tiny vacant area during her survey. The only thing is that she notices the same black-haired teen sitting by herself with a pillow and reading a book alone. Grasping her pillow tightly Ashe nods to herself, 'Do my best.'
Ashe makes her way like a phantom, making sure to avoid anything social related. Her hair tickles the base of her neck, she hardly ever wears it down. It does help ease some of the jitters for what she is about to do. As she comes to a stop next to the beauty, her bell chimes softly into the room. The little black bow twitches in a minuscule. Turning herself around, Ashe clutches tightly on the pillow and plops her back against the wall. Another soft chime of her bell while sinking down onto her bottom. She can feel her new shorts crumpling around her thighs with her knees bent and pillow against her chest. Step one, complete. Successfully finding an empty and quiet place to rest.
Step two, establishing communication. Taking a deep breath, she begins her plans of assault. Playing multiple scenarios in her head, she squeezes the pillow. It is made of sturdy stuff, else it may have popped already. Even though it is brand new. Ashe inhales a breath before she turns toward the mysterious teenager. "Um, excuse me. I noticed you reading, do you have a spare book by chance?" She crushes the instinct to turn and run away as her heart beats loudly. But, she did it. She turned to someone and spoke a sentence out of her own choice. It's kind of exciting. She is going places in this world. She doesn't know where, but she's going. And that's all that matters…maybe.
"I do, but only romance." She flicks a page over in disinterest.
Ashe swallows a knot within her throat. Why is this so difficult? She squirms against the wall on her bottom. It's difficult for her to remain still for some reason. Ashe's voice was soft and quiet in response, "Romance is fine." Amber colored eyes stay glued to the pages of her book. The sultry girl reaches into a bag on her side, a soft shuffling of books sounds out, she grasps a random book and hands it over. Ashe wraps her bare and small fingers around the spine of the book. Pulling it free from the pale fingers, Ashe crosses her legs and the pillow rests upon her thighs. It seems to be a good read, maybe even have some action. She has always enjoyed stories with action and adventure in it. It makes the romance really shine in her eyes.
"Ninjas of Love, thank you."
Ashe startles into fright, a loud thud bellows out from beside her. She squeezes the book and pillow to her chest before tilting to the girl in shock. Ashe found a book slammed shut and wide amber eyes staring into her with her mouth agape. So, she can show emotions. Interesting. Its always been a neutral expression, but this is quite a shock. Though, why does she look panicked for some reason? The girl quickly shuffles onto her knees before pouncing like a cat toward Ashe. "Wha-?!" Ashe flinches back as the girl makes a grab for the book. Acting on instinct, she moves a leg and presses her foot against the other girl's chest and keeps her at bay. One hand keeps a firm and hard hold upon her tophat. The other grasps a hold of the book and raises it out of reach toward the opposite direction. 'This is why I don't try to make friends!'
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to give you that book, can I have it back?"
"Hellooooo~ I believe you two may know each other!"
Before the book struggle could continue any further, the sing-song of a female voice forces them to look away. Both honey and amber eyes turn toward the source. Ashe once again finds herself staring at bright gold. But those lilac eyes were not gazing at her, but toward the amber. Quickly separating from one another, the book worm picks her book back up and opens it to a random page. There was a slight red hue upon her cheeks if you looked close enough.
In the golden girl's approach, Ashe finds herself skimming down at her own chest. The bright golden-haired girl has arguably one of the most impressive chests that she has ever seen. It's a real blow to her ego. It doesn't help that she is wearing an orange tank top with black shorts that hugs her curvy figure. Some people are born with all the luck. She holds the book against the pillow and pulls it in closer to her chest, as if hiding her own. A noticeable pout upon her facial expression as she looks away. One day she will grow, she has been making sure to drink milk. Soon. Its just a matter of time.
"Aren't you that girl that exploded?"
"Uh, yea! My name's Ruby!" Another girl wraps around the busty lilac teen, the now named Ruby offers her hand toward her black-haired acquaintance. Is she an acquaintance? Well they certainly aren't friends, she did lend her a book. Before, trying to wrestle it from her hands immediately after. What kind of relationship would you make out of that? Ruby wore white sweatpants with a rose emblem pattern and a black tank top with a heart shaped beowolf head upon it. "But you can just call me, crater! Actually, you can just call me Ruby." Silver eyes shift slightly away and toward the side, her black hair loosely sways with a tint of red near the tips. Oh, thank goodness. She's not the only socially awkward girl here. But she seems to be in a much better position of talking to others than she is. Another blow to her ego. Maybe she can try introducing herself to these two as well? They seem friendly enough.
Ashe whispered out in greeting, "Um, hello."
"So, what's your name?" The lilac eyed girl easily spoke over her with bountiful energy and full of life voice toward the black-haired teen. The girl beside her rolled the eyes, "Blake."
They weren't ignoring her, right? Did she not speak clearly enough? Anxiety chokes onto her throat, but she presses through. Clutching at her pillow and book, Ashe speaks up once more in a hushed whisper. "Hello."
"Well, Blake, I'm Yang! Ruby's older sister! I like your bow."
Ah…it is happening again. Curling into a ball against the wall, she nibbles onto her lower lip. Half-lidded eyes were glossing over quietly. Its not that they are ignoring her. They just don't recognize her presence and since Blake is focused on them, she forgot about her as well. Raising her arms, Ashe drys off the gloss quickly before it takes root. Steeling her nerves, Ashe stands to her feet with book and pillow in hand. Her bell chimes loudly, the three girls then turn toward her direction. Her head remains lowered with her hat shadowing the eyes, she can't stand to look at them.
Her voice may have cracked, but it was clear and to the point. "I'm sorry to bother you, thank you for the book."
"Ah! Wait!"
Ashe heard Blake's voice cry out, but she ignored it. Running away like she always does. She quickly jogs through the people laying down, no one even bats an eye in her direction. Fluid and smooth movements kept the bell strangely quiet. Ashe finally reaches the exit and escapes from the suffocating room. Staring up, Ashe finds herself alone in the night once more. The same as every night. At least it was a warm night. Quietly dragging her feet along the stone pavement, she finds a bench near a light post. A few moths whirl around at the bulb in soft taps. Sitting herself down on the corner of the bench, she nestles between the back and the arm rest with the pillow and book held loosely against her chest.
Of course, that would happen. Why did she allow herself a small glimmer of hope? She tried her best, but still failed in the end. Ashe went out of her comfort zone and tried to make a friend, but just as quickly, her semblance made short work of it. It is not their fault. The fault is her own. If only she could control it. If only she wasn't born with this curse. With a shake of her head, Ashe stares up into the dark sky. Stars slowly twinkle into the night in greeting. "Maybe I shouldn't have been born at all. It's not fair." A bright star sparks into view, its blue hue sputters and emits a bright light that dwarfs the others. Shaking her head, she raises an arm and wipes away at the watery gloss. 'Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You knew this would happen but kept going forward. This is the path I chose to take.' Resting her forehead against the book, Ashe takes a deep and slow breath.
She then tucks the pillow against her lower back for comfort. Her honey colored eyes glaze over the title once more before opening it. She does her best to read the book, it is at least in print, but her mind is just not there. Ashe finds herself reading the same sentence repeatedly without notice. But she keeps persevering, if only to take her mind off things. The book isn't too bad, it does have romance and some action within its pages. So, it is to her taste. Before long, she hears light footsteps along the ground. The sky is full of bright and beautiful stars. She must have lost track of time during her evening read. Ashe blinks her eyes before they flutter up and peer over the brittle pages. A familiar shade of black and amber standing before her. Did Blake come looking for her, or does she just want her book back? Most likely the latter, she did try to take it back. But she's not sure why Blake freaked out and pounced on her.
Shuffling upon her feet, Blake rubs upon her elbow, "Look, about earlier...Sorry about that."
Lowering the book to cover her nose and mouth, Ashe curiously stares back at Blake. An apology? What is she apologizing for? Well, she did kind of assault her and try to take the book back. Then again, it was her book to begin with, so she could have just asked for it. Ashe would have easily handed it back. A soft hum escapes from Ashe's lips, pondering what Blake's apologizing for. With a soft sigh of her own, Blake adverts her eyes from Ashe. Turning them up toward the night sky, letting their twinkle reflect within her amber pools. A pause of silence reigns between the two, only the sound of moths bumping against their illusion and fake moon. It is almost like Blake is struggling within herself and shifts her weight from one leg to the other. "I'm sorry that I forgot you were there. I heard you try to speak up and I kind of just ignored you. I know that probably hurt your feelings, because it would hurt mine as well. For that, I'm sorry."
Oh…
Well that's a surprise. Ashe didn't think Blake had noticed at all. A soft smile creases onto her lips at the apology. It's the first time anyone has ever apologized for her semblance making them over-look her presence. Then again, its not like she knows of her semblance. She plans to keep it that way for a while. So, Blake genuinely believes that she just forgot all about her. But it is not her fault, nor is it the fault of the other two girls. Its just the way her power works, and the curse she bears. Ashe reaches up and gently folds the tip of the page's corner of the book before she softly clicks it shut. Ashe looks up to the girl and gently shakes her head. The tips of her hair swaying to-and-fro against her neck. "It's alright, you are not at fault. It's just how the situation worked out." Lowering her feet down to the ground, her slippers lightly scrape against the ground as the book rests atop her lap. Ashe lightly rubs her thighs with the palms of her hands to generate a bit of warmth.
Blake shakes her head in denial, wilting slightly, "No, even if that is the way the situation played out. It doesn't change the fact that I still ignored you. Even at the sound of your voice and bell, I didn't respond like I should have. I am sorry. Even after I pounced on you and tried to take that book back." Blake crosses an arm over and gently grasps at her other arm as she looks away in shame. "That's not how I act, nor do I want someone to remember me in such a manner. So, I came out here to apologize to you. And I would like to formally introduce myself in the hope that we can be friends."
Ashe stares toward Blake with a neutral expression. Her mind drawing a blank as she doesn't know what to do in this situation. No one has ever attempted something like this before. Apologizing for ignoring her, apologizing for their rude behavior, and wanting to become friends. Her brain was currently struggling through a meltdown. Thoughts are unavailable in the awkward silence reigning between the two. Blake shuffles awkwardly upon her feet, waiting for a response. Well, Ashe did say she would do her best, and an opportunity has presented itself to her. Even through out all the bad and stressful situations she found herself in. She can't help the tiny smile that cracks its way onto her lips. She nods toward Blake with a soft chime of her bell. The bow twitches at the chime, forcing her gaze to Ashe. "You did nothing wrong, but if it will put your mind at ease. I accept your apology. My name is Ashe Souris, and it is a pleasure to meet you."
Ashe watches her the other girl's lips curl up into a small smile. Blake's head tilts to the side slightly, her long black hair cascades down over her shoulder. The light from the bulb illuminating her features in a soft glow. The smile alone makes it worth it. All the stress and pain she went through. Trying to come out of her shell and over come her social awkwardness, and even doing things that she would never dream of. Her voice was quiet, it was almost like a purr. "My name is Blake Belladonna, and it is also a pleasure to meet you. Would you like to be my friend?"
'Friend?'
The thought rolls off her tongue, softly squeaking out in joy from tapping the book against her face. Hiding the blush from view, her cheeks sting a bit from the smile. She's never really smiled so much before. It kind of hurts. Blake softly chuckles at the sight of Ashe. She has never seen someone become so happy at the thought of a friend. The sudden thought makes her eyes flutter softly to a half-lid. If she is that happy about having a friend, has she never had a friend before? The sudden realization smacks her in the face, she recalls all of Ashe's awkwardness throughout the day. At first, she just thought she was weird, but maybe she was just extremely shy with no social interaction. It all begins to fit. How she couldn't look her in the eyes, how she could hardly speak a word, or even how she would constantly avoid interacting with anyone if the situation didn't demand it. It makes her feel worse. She must have worked up the courage to talk to her first in the ballroom. And what did she do? Lend her a book, pounce on her, and then ignore her presence once Yang and Ruby interrupted.
"Mm...If you would have me, I would love to be your friend. But I may be a bit socially awkward, so I'm sorry in advanced."
Blake smiles tenderly, shaking her head in the negative, "That's quite alright. I know I can also be quite a handful, so I also apologize in advanced." Blake spots the opposite end of the bench empty. "Do you mind if I sit and read with you for a bit? There is still some time before lights out, and I haven't been able to read much." Ashe shuffles and brushes up against the armrest of her side of the bench. She then nods and gives the bench a good pat, allowing more room for her new friend. "Mm." A soft smile creeps onto her lips at the thought of a friend. Ashe's eyes crinkle upward into a happy 'u' shape. 'Friend.'
Receiving permission from Ashe, Blake shuffles onto the bench, elegantly sitting on the opposite end. She drawls her feet up and under her body, leaning against the rail, Ashe rests her elbow upon it. The other hand holds the book by the spine, so she can leisurely turn the pages with her thumb. She did it...she did her best. Look at the result she got. Her very first friend, at least one she acquired by her own effort. Within a tree, a squirrel flicks it's tail before disappearing into it's home. Sure, they might not be that close, and maybe just end up being book reading buddies. But she will take what she can get. It's not like she can be that picky. Ashe looks up toward the night sky, littered with bright and radiant stars. Slowly reaching out an opened palm, Ashe attempts to grasp the brightest of them all. 'I'll be okay...'
"What are you doing?"
"My best."
"Hm...You're a bit weird."
"Yea...I am." With a smile Ashe reaches back down toward her loaned book. Opening and reading the contents at her slow pace once more. Though, Ashe kept peeking over the pages, afraid Blake would disappear. Over time, that fear slowly began to abate. Finally, she can concentrate on the book, realizing that Blake won't just disappear. She isn't dreaming and she really is there. A few more pages into her read, Ashe feels a gaze upon her. It tickles at her nose. Letting it wiggle, she finds Blake glancing between her and the book. "So...about that book I lent you..." Blake slightly lowers her book, glancing over toward Ashe with a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Mm?" Ashe hums in question, continuing to read the page till she finishes. Once more, she neatly folds the corner of the next page. This way she can more easily remember where she left off. "It's a really good read, I quite enjoy it. It has some action thrown in with all the romance.. The plot isn't that bad either, some of it may be cheesy, but it isn't overly so." With a soft lick of a finger, Ashe turns the page quietly with a soft clack. "But there are a few things that are confusing and troubling me about this book."
Blake lowers her novel to peer at Ashe with a slight tint to her cheeks. Her thumb nestled between the pages to keep her spot, resting it against her nose. "Oh, well I am glad you enjoy it, but what are you confused about? Is there something you are having trouble understanding?" Ashe shuffles her body toward Blake, resting her back against the rail. One hand quickly reaches back and shifts the pillow into a correct position to cushion her lower back against the hard surface. A knot quickly expands within Blake's stomach. Usually it is her instincts flaring when something bad is about to happen.
Ashe raises a hand and gently scratches near her temple in thought before she points down and taps against the pages of the book. "Well, aren't ninjas commonly stealthy and battle with all kinds of sharp, pointy things to the death and stuff?" Blake lowers her book even further and clacks it shut with a soft thump, resting it upon her lap. Blake does not like where this is going. She has an idea, but...Well, hopefully its wrong. This is exactly what she was afraid of, and why she wanted to take it back. If only she was paying more attention into what book she was loaning her. "Yes, that is how ninjas are traditionally looked upon." Blake inhales a deep breath, folding her legs under her body to directly face Ashe with her knees upon the bench. She sets her book down before her, readying herself. Blake's body coils and readies, like a panther waiting to pounce.
Scratching her head in thought, "Well, why is it always a male ninja fighting a female ninja? Why is he always trying to stick his sword or staff into her sheath-"
"Ah! Give it back! Give it back!" Blake once more pounces forward like a tigress, tackling Ashe down against the bench. Her hand strikes out like a snake, making a grab for the book. Just like before, a foot presses against her chest. Ashe leans back and over the railing, holding it away from her much longer reach. Thank god she placed her pillow behind her, else she would be in an awkward position and straining her back in pain. "Nn! You loaned it to me, and I want to finish reading it." The two girls continue their struggle. Blake continuously reaching out toward the book, Ashe bats and grabs onto Blake's wrist, keeping one arm pinned down. "Just explain it to me. Why does he keep trying to put his katana in her sheath? It doesn't make sense."
The blush upon Blake's face becomes more prominent as she intensifies her struggle for the book. Ashe is forced to press harder against Blake. Her longer reach letting those pale finger tips touch onto its cover. After much struggling and bickering, the two eventually flop and rest along the bench. Blake lays atop of Ashe with a pout and scowl upon her face. Her larger body was warming to Ashe, the mop of black hair covering her chest. Blake buries her face into Ashe's small chest to hide the blush. "Really giving me mixed signals here. Second time you've pounced on me for the book." Blake groans and rolls her head around on Ashe's chest, attempting to bury herself further into her warmth in shame. "It's what type of romance it has in there..."
Ashe slowly blinks and tries to comprehend the meaning behind that. With Blake surrendering and book safely in Ashe's hand, she turns it around to glimpse at the labels. There in the corner, Ashe finds a little emblem. An adult rating, it takes her a moment to comprehend, but eventually it all begins to click. Why she was so shocked when she read the title of the book back in the ballroom. Also, why Blake tried so hard to reclaim it without mentioning a word. Who would have known her new friend had a dirty book. That's kind of cute. "Mm...lewd book."
"Don't say it like that!" Blake shouts out in shame into Ashe's chest. She could easily feel the warmth of Blake's heated cheeks. Ashe sighs softly. Her free hand reaches up and tilts her hat back on straight, relaxing against the arm rest. She gently scratches at her cheek, and comes to a decision. If it bothers her that much, then the proper thing would be to return it after all. She wouldn't want her friend to be unhappy at the mistake of lending her the wrong book. It seems to be making her entirely uncomfortable. "Here." It is her book after all. Not like Ashe could keep it, even if she wanted too.
Shuffling her head, Blake rests her chin upon Ashe's chest, peering up at the offered book. Her amber eyes flicker between the book and Ashe repeatedly, waiting for a trap. Her hand snakes out and snatches the book from her hand. With the book now safely back in her possession, she buries it against her chest with both arms before sitting herself upright. Blake must be coming off like some kind of creep to her. Especially when she repeats the events in her own mind. Blake lent her the book, pounced her, ignored her, apologized, be friended her, then pounced her again. Just for her to return the book. Ashe probably won't want to be friends with her anymore after this. If only she lent her a different book. Why did she have it in her bag in the first place? She knows better than that.
Well without the loaned book, there is no point in Ashe being outside anymore. Suppose it is time for her to head back inside and turn herself in for bed. Ashe stands to her feet and stretches out toward the sky with a soft yawn and pillow resting upon the bench. Placing her hands upon her lower back, she slightly bends backwards to pop her spine in comfort. "I guess I'll head back in now then. It is about time for me to get some shut eye now." Reaching down toward the bench, she grasps her tiny pillow into hand. Ashe shifts toward Blake, nodding her head with a soft smile. "It was a pleasure reading with you while it lasted. Have a good night." Whirling around once more, her bell chimes in to the night. Reading was enjoyable, perhaps she should visit the library sometime and get her own books. It was peaceful.
"Wait!"
Tilting her head back she glances back toward Blake with her pillow tucked under her arm. Her leg frozen mid-step. "Mm?" Why did she stop her? She has her book back, and Blake can still read if she wants. There's a few more minutes before light's out. So, there is still time before she needs to come in. A cold breeze brushes on through, forcing a light shiver. A moment of silence passes through before Blake quickly stands to her feet and swirls towards Ashe. The book still nestled into her chest. Her face is red and her body ramrod straight. Ashe is suddenly startled, the quiet girl suddenly shoves the book outward and roughly with both hands. "Here."
Ashe looks down toward the book before looking back toward Blake, "But-"
"Take it." Blake steps toward Ashe, causing her to instinctively to grab onto the book. "Um-" Blake quickly takes another step toward the top hat wearing girl. A slender finger stabs against Ashe's chest aggressively. "Tell no one where you got that book, and don't tease me about it. Got it?" Was she angry? Why is she angry at her? What's going on? Its not like she did anything to Blake. In fact, she returned the book, only to get it shoved back into her possession.
"Um-"
Before she can even respond or question her, Blake spins on her toes and grabs her other book. With a final stare down, she quietly stomps away to the ballroom. Ashe's honey eyes trail after the flowing midnight hair as she looks down at the book in her arm and chest with blinking eyes. "What just happened?" With her pillow firmly tucked under her arm, Ashe straightens her hat once more. With bewilderment, Ashe makes her way back to the academy. Her mind was abuzz with everything that just happened tonight. Is this what it's like to have a friend? Are they always this confusing and strange? Maybe she should rethink this whole friendship deal. With a sigh she makes her way back into the ballroom. The large room is eerily silent, most occupants are fast asleep and making sure they have plenty of rest for the big day ahead. It is, after all, their initiation test. Not everyone is to be accepted into Beacon. That includes her as well.
Gazing at the window, moonlight pours through in a soft hue of white and illuminates her path. She quietly follows along the moonlight and make sure to not disturb any of the sleeping guests. Approaching her spot, Ashe notices slight shuffling as Blake shimmies into her quilt. Tiptoeing to her spot, she softly presses her back against the wall and slides down. Setting the book to her side and pillow at the base of her back, Ashe makes herself as comfortable as possible. She sighs to herself, her bell chimes quietly in an echo. Ashe couldn't help but gripe to herself. She is unable to sleep comfortably with people in the same room. After all, she needs to keep her hat on. Meaning Ashe will need to sleep sitting up. She will definitely wake up completely sore in the morning. But first..."Hey…Blake?"
"What?"
"Night."
"Good night."