Just a short little piece on Winter, because I adore her.
Winter sighed, waving the robot sentries assigned to her with a muttered, "You're dismissed."
Today had been a long day, after dealing with Qrow, then with finding out how to track down the members of the White Fang that had to be stationed here at Beacon, and then with wrapping her head around the incredibly fast paced tour. Winter doesn't know how Weiss had accustomed herself to people who were so disorganized. Sure, maybe after years in the top branches of the military, her standards were a bit abnormal, but order had always been a cornerstone of her and Weiss' life, and she can't imagine her younger sister simply enjoying a life without it. Winter despised it when things didn't go according to the plan, a trait she knew Weiss shared.
Still though, Weiss hadn't asked to come home before now, so Winter supposed it couldn't be too bad. Not that much could compare to life at the Schnee estate. At least the gardens were calming.
The rooms Ironwood arranged for her were nice, certainly more dressed up than the plain bunkers she was used to. Simplicity and minimalism was another thing that Winter enjoyed, although she didn't think Weiss shared those exact views. Her military uniform did have a certain flair to it, but a part of that was instilling discipline into the lower ranks, something that was much easier to do if you distinguished yourself from them. That lesson had taken a few months for her to learn.
Still as she unpacked her few belongings, she smiled when an old picture falls out of the front packet of her duffel bag. Picking it up gingerly, she traced the edge of it fondly.
It was an old photograph of her and Weiss as children. Weiss was happy and smiling, proudly showing the camera a flower she had picked from the estate gardens even after being told multiple times not too. Her rebellious streak had started young. Winter herself is in the background, reading a book on what Winter assumed was tactics. Winter had always been a bit of a bookworm.
The bright smile on Weiss' face was a welcome sight though, untainted and pure.
Winter set it on the small table next to the bed, where she would be able to see it every time she got in or out of bed.
Honestly though, I can see Winter as one of those people who eats the heels of bread without complaint. She's probably really cheap, even coming from a rich family. Only replaces her clothes when they are absolutely unwearable, etc.