Hello!

No I'm not dead yet!

Sorry for taking so long, I was busy (wisdom teeth, familly comming to visit, etc ...), and I just needed a pause with writing, to take some time to think about all things that are gonna happen in this story. Wrinting the pov of one or two characters is one thing, but now ...

I really struggle with that chapter, this arc wasn't supposed to last so long, but it's almost over and it should be easier after. I don't improvise that story, I have a map with all the events that are supposed to happen until the beginning of the show, the problems are the transitions, the details, making a slow but visible evolution, etc ...

I don't think I will keep that "every week" rate, for now I will write a chapter, post it in french, translate it, and post it in english one or two days later. I will try not to take so long again, promise, this story is very important to me, and you all keeping reading it and waiting for the next chapter help me a lot.

I don't hold you here any longer, good reading n_n

It was a hot day in Mistral. It was midsummer, the sun was hitting straight above the inhabitants, and the mountain was preventing the wind from reaching certain parts of the city, only a light breeze could clear its way. Barely slowed down by the heat, Rook was still wearing several layers of clothing, as well as her green scarf, which was starting to fade in color. Walking behind her, Yang wondered how she could not be hot to death.

-Ah, there we are.

Yang looked up at the building Rook was showing her. It was a banal little clothing store, neither fancy nor shoddy, not too expensive, like many things with Rook, and selling a bit of everything in almost every size.

-What exactly are we doing here?

-You need new clothes, yours are starting to be too small and with the missions, you damage them quickly.

Yang raised an eyebrow and took a look at what she was wearing. Her shorts were indeed a bit tight and in poor condition, her sneakers had seen better days, she knew full well she had holes in her socks, her T-shirt had the end of the left sleeve burnt, and the right sleeve was definitely wrinkled because of the knot that kept it from hanging around and scratching on everything. It was true that she had been using the same clothes for almost two years now, the bullets she had received had punctured many of them, her flames had burned them in several places, and except some sweaters and her raincoat, everything was starting to be too small for her. Yet Qrow had planned big when he bought them before leaving her.

The two girls entered the store and began their research. For her part, Yang simply grabbed a few copies of each random item of clothing, she didn't need more, already at the time during the raids she only took what was necessary in order to leave more space for the knick-knacks she found interesting. One day she had picked up a box of makeup, by pure curiosity. And when she got back to the camp, when she tried it, Vernal had burst out laughing as Raven explained, holding back with all her might from doing the same, that she was still a little too young and that her makeup skills left a lot to be desired. Yang had never tried makeup again after that day.

-Hey firecracker, did you find what you need?

Yang shrugged and waved at the few clothes she had on her arm. Rook raised an eyebrow.

-That's all? I thought girls your age liked stuff a little more… flashy.

-Girls my age usually have two arms.

-The number of arms has nothing to do with it. And also …

Rook looked quickly over to the counter, the sales clerk had gone to do something in the back room and there were no other customers there yet, but she leaned down anyway and spoke in a low voice.

-You need something a little more protective than a T-shirt for missions.

She wasn't wrong, although her Aura protected her most of the time, she sometimes ran out of during certain fights. Plus, if she burnt her clothes every time, they weren't going to last long. She needed protection that didn't burn, at least on her arm. She would have said armor, but metal and fire… How did the Huntsmen do? Most did like Rook and wore multiple layers of clothing, but they weren't likely to set themselves on fire every week. And rolling up her sleeve every time she had to fight when she only had one arm would quickly become very annoying.

Then a detail came back to her.

-Didn't we say I don't do any mission before talking to Qrow again?

Rook's eyebrow twitched at the mention of the Huntsman and her smile twitched. Yang didn't know what these two had been talking about, she just knew that Qrow had come to accept that she would stay with Rook under certain conditions, many conditions, and that he and Rook would probably kill each other as soon as they would have the opportunity. She had never heard as many whispered insults than that day, and she had grown up with bandits so the bar was set high.

In the end, all that interested her for now was that she was forbidden to return on a mission until she talked with Qrow again on October 31, in order to give him time to sort things out on Ozpin's side. So she didn't need to find protective clothing today especially, she still had a few months ahead of her, but it was still a problem to deal with.

After choosing a good pair of shoes, Rook paid for the items despite Yang having some money of her own, one of Qrow's conditions apparently, and the girls walked out of the store. The stifling heat outside clashed with their bodies still cool from the air conditioning. This time, Yang couldn't help but ask the question that was bothering her.

-How do you manage not to die of hot dressed like that?

Rook gave her an amused smile.

-It's very cold all year where I grew up, so the interiors were very heated. Uncovering and covering up every time you walked in or out was quite a hassle, so like many, I opted for an insulated outfit. Never too hot, never too cold. But I don't think it'll stand up to your Semblance unfortunately.

Yang responded with a nod and a small, impressed noise. Rook chuckled and kept walking forward, her arms behind her head.

It was a hot summer day in Vale. Luckily for Summer and her long, lined cape, the interior of Beacon was air conditioned, it was almost cold. Qrow and Ozpin had been talking up there for an hour now and she had no idea about what and it frustrated her. She wasn't used to being sidelined, especially by these two, usually she served as a psychologist and guidance counselor to absolutely everyone, she had enough files on her entourage to blackmail them all till the end of time!

It was a habit she had picked up in Beacon, she was calm, kind, warm, she didn't judge anyone, so people often turned to her to tell her their secrets and their problems. In the end, even Ozpin had confided his secrets to her and her team, and when she was the one who needed help, he was always good advice too. But since she got married and had Ruby he kept her much less up to date with what was going on, she couldn't even say the names of the current Maidens, she just knew that Fria needed a walker, and that Cherry, the Spring Maiden, had run away years ago.

Her missions had also become less dangerous, more often classic than in connection with the fight against Salem. For that, she suspected that Ozpin was simply taking into account that she now had a family and that it came first for her, Tai didn't know much more than she did after all. Still, she didn't like feeling left out… It reminded her of Tai and Raven's wedding. They had been sticked to each other the whole night, and Qrow had spent most of the time chatting and spoofing them. Usually, Summer was chatting with them without forcing herself, but that night, for some reason, she had felt… apart, as if she didn't have a place in their family… It hurt… She never wanted to feel like that again… But there was no reason, it was her family now, and Raven was-…

-Uh Sum, what are you doing?

-AH!

Summer jumped, her foot walked on the hem of her cape, pulling her into a beautiful fall on her butt. Damn bad luck Semblance!

-Ouch…

-I would apologize, but if you were a little more careful…

-Roh shut up Qrow…

The Huntsman laughed at her annoyance and helped her getting up.

-So, what were you doing circling in front of the elevator?

-Oh that? Uh…

She couldn't really tell him that she was letting her curiosity lead her, she was an adult, not a kid.

-I was… waiting for you! You'll soon resume missions at a normal pace so we won't see each other so often. So I thought we could spend some time together.

Qrow looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and Summer felt the sweat run down her forehead. She was a very bad liar and she knew it. But her partner didn't look any further and just shrugged.

-If you say so. Shall we have a drink then?

-Do you plan to slow down on alcohol one day?

In response he rolled his eyes with a smirk, and the two friends walked out of the Academy to a little cafe in town. Because of the heat there weren't many people outside, people were in cool places rather than under the sun.

A waitress arrived and took their orders, smiling, before leaving, leaving them alone.

-So, what were you talking about with Oz?

-Oh not much, we mostly talked about my next long mission. Where I'll go, what I'll have to search, that kind of stuff. What about you?

-Me?

-How's it going with your little monster?

-Oh very good. Ruby is really nice at home and at school. Of course she does silly things sometimes, but it's more clumsiness or innocence. The other day she used absolutely all the bread and cakes in the house to feed ducks and geese… When Tai had just done the shopping…

-Boh, she's young, it's cute.

-Cute yes… Ah, children… They are adorable but sometimes they take out your eyes…

-Tell me about it…

Summer raised an eyebrow. Since when did Qrow have experience with children? As far as she knew, he only knew Ruby. Of course he had to meet some during his missions, but still. Weird…

-And here's your order, have a nice day.

The two Huntsmen thanked the waitress, and Qrow took a long sip of the glass of alcohol he had requested. Summer sighed and followed him, sipping her lemonade. She wanted to keep asking him questions, but she wasn't good at investigations, her thing was more to boost the morale of the troops and establish combat strategies, not to gather information… That's was Qrow's thing…

-Uh Sum? Are you okay?

-Of course why?

-Because at this rate, you're going to suck up the ice cubes…

Summer blinked and looked at her glass, it was already empty but she was determined to suck into the void with her straw, making the sound of a child playing with his drink. She chuckled nervously as she set her glass down on the table, and Qrow raised an eyebrow before doing the same with a sigh.

-Okay, what's wrong?

-Nothing at all.

-…

-It's not important.

-Sum…

There was silence, and Summer felt the sweat run down the side of her forehead, and not from the heat. Qrow's gaze was fixed on her and it was impossible to look away. Finally she sighed resignedly.

-I don't like being put aside…

-Nobody puts you aside.

-But you and Oz don't tell me anything about what's going on in the group anymore!

Against all odds, Qrow laughed, making Summer blush with embarrassment.

-Seriously?

-What? It's true!

Qrow's laughter increased for a moment, then subsided after several deep breaths.

-Sum, stop being paranoid, we tell you nothing because nothing happens, that's all.

Summer was about to open her mouth to respond, but her partner's gaze suddenly grew much more serious as he leaned discreetly towards her.

-The last trace we have of her is the attack on the tribe. She hasn't made a move since. Nothing happens… and it's never a good sign…

He sat down properly and Summer swallowed. Qrow could get incredibly intimidating when talking about his missions, it was disturbing. Fortunately, his usual tired smile returned quickly.

-But if you really want news, just ask the old man, you know he can't refuse you anything.

-Yeah…

He was hiding something, she could feel it, but he was much better than her at leading a conversation and keeping secrets. She might as well take his advice and go check with Ozpin directly.

-Anyway, on a happier note, I heard you were preparing to become a teacher at Beacon?

Summer's good mood instantly returned.

-Oh yes! Ozpin had offered it to me when Ruby was very young so I could be with her more often and not leave her and Tai for weeks. Ruby is entering Signal in two and a half years, I plan to start working at Beacon then so I need to prepare ahead of time. Tai helps me a lot with that.

-I see. Teacher eh? It's definitely not a thing for me, I'm not really good with kids. Especially girls…

-Ruby says you're the best uncle in the world.

-How many competitors do I have?

Summer laughed, and Qrow joined her soon after. The conversation drifted to lighter topics, as the summer sun hit above them.

-Come on, show me!

An annoyed sigh was heard, and Falcon walked out of the bathroom wearing her new clothes. She had swapped out her sneakers for brown boots, beige shorts held by a leather belt strong enough to support the weight of her weapon, a plain black short-sleeved T-shirt, and an open orange plaid shirt. All accompanied by her adorable scowl. Rook couldn't help but smile.

-Not a big fan of fitting sessions?

-I really don't understand the point… Isn't it enough to wear things in good condition?

Rook rolled her eyes and helped her tie a knot in her hanging sleeve. Falcon didn't care about appearances, either hers or others, the one and only thing of that kind she cared about was her hair, and she didn't even know how to untangle it on her own, only her uncle could.

Qrow. She didn't expect anything until she met him, trying to imagine the uncle of such a kid just gave her a headache, and yet she had been disappointed anyway. First, he was a Huntsman who could potentially put her behind bars at any time, even if the little blonde served as her protection on that. Secondly, he drank, a lot, did his gourd even have a bottom? Yes she had met worse alcoholics before, but she had never had to work with them, and it was not to mention his blatant disrespect towards her during their conversation, now she knew where Falcon got all her curses and her impertinence, to dialogue with him without getting angry was a pain.

Anyway, she didn't like him and he didn't like her either, but there was one point they both agreed on, they both wanted to protect the kid. He cared deeply about her, she saw it, he was ready to team up with an assassin for her, and even though a lot of misguided Huntsmen had already done so, he didn't seem to be one of them. So she tried to do the same, she had remained polite, unlike someone, and had accepted most of his terms. There were a ridiculous number of them, but in the end she could sum it all up to "You take care of her, and if anything happens to her, I'll come and break your teeth myself." Pff, she didn't need to be threatened for that. Despite her bad temper, Falcon was very endearing, she was a little girl who needed more help than she wanted to admit and Rook wasn't going to let her down so easily, not until she was sure she wasn't going to fall on the bad side if she left her alone, and not until she had answered the many, many questions she had made popped into her head.

Oh yeah, another reason she didn't like Qrow was that he had the answers to those questions! She try to get some info out of him when she asked who Falcon was supposed to be hiding from, but that asshole had stopped her right away, telling her that as long as they stayed on Anima and didn't get close to Haven, there was no problem. But if there was no problem, Falcon wouldn't panic like that at the thought of being found by… Who was chasing her again? The four Academy headmasters and the Atlas' military? No problem, really. "It's none of your business" he said. Since Falcon lived with her, yes, that was her business!

In the end, she hadn't learned anything except that he was the most obnoxious man she had met, and the competition was rude. So for now, all she was "allowed" to do was wait until he sorted out some things with the people who were looking for Falcon. Because he was "on their side" too. And that didn't deserve an explanation either, of course!

-Uh… Rook?

-Yes?

-You look very pissed off.

No, she was pissed off. But she didn't want to worry her adorable apprentice for so little, especially since complaining would be pointless since the kid seemed to like her uncle so much.

-It's nothing important. Okay!

Rook clapped her hands, making a thud, but Falcon didn't react at all. It took more to surprise her.

-Now that you have the correct clothes, what if we move on to training?

Falcon nodded with a little more enthusiasm already, and followed Rook to a fairly open area in the nearby forest of the inn. They were on the outskirts of town, the only Huntsmen in the area were just passing to go out of Mistral, that was the kind of place you came to get rid of a corpse, the forest at the foot of the mountain was dense and all the trees looked alike. … Odd thing, Falcon could recognize them.

After a few stretches, the two girls got into position, weapons drawn, and rushed forward without warning. No matter the age difference, they were both professionals, they knew what a real fight was like, the enemy didn't wait for you to be ready to try to kill you, quite the opposite.

A light breeze was blowing in the air. It was warm for October, so Yang was still wearing her summer outfit. Once again she was sitting in front of her mother's gravestone, vegetation now almost entirely covered the remains of the camp, there wasn't a lot left to look at. The only thing that interested her here was the rock engraved with a name and an emblem.

It was only the second time she had come, but Rook seemed to have assimilated the fact that she would be coming here every year, even though she still didn't know where exactly "here" was. She hadn't asked about it yet, but it wasn't like there was something to hide, she was just going to her mother's grave… Was it on her to say it or Rook to ask? Hmm, too complicated for her, she didn't want to think today.

A familiar fluttering sound broke the silence of the clearing, followed by a landing noise and footsteps. Yang knew pertinently who it was, and even though it was the first time she heard Qrow fly, the sound he made was barely different from Raven's. She could tell them apart, of course, but they sounded alike.

Qrow sat down next to her without a word and without a look, and despite all the important things they needed to talk about, they were silent for several minutes, letting the sun time to finish rising. Yang almost fell asleep, sitting holding her doll, as usual, the atmosphere was so peaceful here, as if all the problems in the world were willing to leave her alone when she was there. Maybe it was Raven, from the other side, who was keeping them away. It was stupid, but Yang would never venture to say it was impossible.

Her attention was caught by a deep sigh from Qrow, but she didn't look away from the stone.

-So, everything went well for you?

-As usual. Without missions.

-It was more careful.

-Just say you don't like it.

-I don't like it.

Yang scowled a little.

-Why do you mind if I kill people? I took part in all the raids for two fucking years, remember?

-And I don't like it either, but I didn't have a say in it, on the one hand because I didn't know about you, and on the other hand because your mother was there. Now I am the one responsible of you.

Responsible? He had let her wander alone on another continent, never trying to call her. She didn't blame him, at least she was free to move around and was very grateful for that, but they apparently didn't have the same definition of the word "responsible".

She had to admit, however, that she needed him to escape Ozpin.

-What's the plan then?

The easiest thing to do would obviously be for her to stop the missions and she didn't want to, but she didn't see what else she could do.

-The plan… is that you will have to act with your face covered. Changing your eyes won't work forever, especially if you only have two colors in stock.

-I thought about it already… Rook wears a hood and a scarf during missions, but with my hair and my flames, it would be too complicated for me.

-You could put on some kind of mask. The point is just that if they can get another photo they won't be able to see the resemblance to Raven, even a piece of cloth with two eye holes will do.

Yang visualized her figure as if she was looking at herself in a mirror. Boots, shorts, a T-shirt, a plaid shirt, and a cloth mask. The idea made her wince.

-I'll just look more like a stupid kid, no one will take me seriously during missions.

-Worry about your style now?

Yang growled and looked away to hide a slight blush. Being a child was annoying. In the tribe, she had never had to put in any effort, her confident posture, her relaxed demeanor while surrounded by killers, the ease with which she gave orders and was obeyed by adults much older and scarier than she was, all of that was enough to make newcomers understand she shouldn't be taken lightly. And she remembered all the times she heard someone whisper "She's the leader's daughter" followed by "WHAT?!" or "Oooooh…". She heard it especially when she was really young, people always wondered what such a little girl was doing in a bandit camp, and with the difference of age, the similarity with Raven was not obvious yet, especially since the new ones usually arrived after the raids, where Raven wore her helmet so it wouldn't be known that she was the Spring Maiden, so they often didn't even know her face yet.

…

…

…

Wait a minute.

Yang stood up hurriedly, pushing Qrow a bit as she passed, and rushed towards the charred remains of the tent she had always called her home, one of the few places not yet buried under vegetation. Being raised and quite massive, the pile of debris was big, but Yang didn't care. Already knowing that the helmet wasn't in the trunk, she rummaged around the location of the bed, Raven always put her mask on her bedside table to sleep, and Yang doubted her mother was using something that did nothing other than hiding her eyes, so hopefully it should be able to withstand the flames!

-Yang?

She ignored him and continued to search. Moving large debris with one arm wasn't easy, but it didn't stop her.

-Hey, what are you looking for?

-Mom's helmet!

She didn't even realize that she said "mom" instead of "mother", and continued to search frantically, as if finding that helmet she hadn't thought about even once in the past two years had now became the ultimate goal of her life. If she didn't have her Aura, her hand would surely be bleeding and full of splinters, but it was intact, so she kept on. She had to find it, she needed to find it!

-Yang!

A hand wrapped tightly around her wrist and pulled her back. Yang turned around, red and burning eyes turned on. But Qrow's hard gaze didn't waver in the slightest, and he tightened his grip on her wrist.

-Calm down!

-Let go of me!

-Why is it suddenly so urgent?!

Yang didn't answer and continued to struggle, but in her sitting position among the loose rubble, she could barely stand up. If she was calm she would be okay with it, but her breathing was choppy and her heart was racing, she wasn't thinking and she didn't care what her uncle was saying, she wouldn't stop until she find that damn helmet!

Suddenly a cracking sound echoed below her, and the already wobbly plank her right foot was on shattered, and her leg sank entirely into the scorched pieces of wood. Qrow pulled on her arm in an attempt to pull her up, but in her outburst of anger, Yang inflamed her leg as she usually inflamed her arm and detonated the debris that held her back, freeing herself with a great kick in the air. As she fell, her head hit something sharp, perhaps a corner of the coffee table. Yang straightened up quickly to resume her search, taking advantage of Qrow letting go of her by falling as well, only for her head to start spinning violently, sending her back to the ground.

-Yang!

She felt Qrow catch her and run a hand around the back of her head, where she had bumped. The feel of his fingers at the point of impact made her hiss in pain and nervousness. How could she have been stupid enough to forget to activate her Aura!

-It's okay, it doesn't bleed.

Yang clenched her fist and bowed her head. She hated that. She hated being weak. She had destroyed villages, killed dozens of people in cold blood, she beheaded a Nevermore, damn she escaped Atlas' military, so why was she getting hurt on a pile of debris?!

She felt tears start to form at the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to cry, it was for the weak, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't even because of her injury, despite the throbbing pain in the back of her head, and she wasn't sad either, so why did those damn tears keep falling?!

-Hey…

Yang felt two arms gently take her, and she let it go. She hated to admit it, but she appreciated when he did it, it reminded her of her mother, their hugs had the same heartwarming warmth… She hated losing control like this, and she hated needing help to calm down even more! She should be able to fend for herself! She was no longer a child!

With a sob, Yang gripped his one hand on his uncle's shirt and buried his head in his chest. She didn't like being seen crying…

Qrow's hand began to run gently through her hair.

-It's okay… Everything's fine, okay? Just breathe…

Reluctantly, Yang did as he said and tried to take deep breaths. It was hard at first due to the sobs, but as always Qrow was very patient with her, and waited until she had calmed down . Yang kept her head down tucked into his shirt. She hated being weak…

-So, what happened to you?

Yang didn't answer right away, and Qrow didn't force her. He was never sure what to do when she started to panic, but somehow she always ended up calming down after crying in his arms. No matter how tough she was, she was still a child. She was what, twelve now? To think that two years had already passed…

-Yang?

-Mom's helmet…

Raven's mask? That thing designed like a Nevermore face? Was it something precious to her? He had always thought it was just to scare people, to make herself look intimidating. As if her natural charm wasn't enough…

-Do you intend to use it to hide your face?

Yang nodded, still her head in his shirt, and Qrow sighed. It wasn't a good idea at all, but telling the kid right after that little crisis wasn't a good idea either, so he might as well find that helmet first and explain her afterwards.

-Go sit and rest a little further okay? I'll take it from now.

She hesitated a moment, then nodded, a little reluctantly. Qrow watched as she walked slowly to Raven's grave, and picked up her doll that she had dropped on the floor as she stood up. It was hard to see, seeing her panic within seconds with a mad rage in her eyes every time her mother was involved, then seeing her grow sad and downcast the next minute, without being able to do anything.

He wanted to help her, but he wasn't a psychologist, or even just good with kids, Ruby and Yang were the only ones he knew, the first was a little ball of light that never stopped talking and could make the conversions on her own, while the second had taken a week to tell him her name.

With a sigh, Qrow began to search among the rubble. For now, all he could do to try and cheer her up was to get that helmet back. Let's see, it couldn't have been buried too deep. One by one, he removed the larger burnt wooden planks and threw them out of the pile to see more clearly. Now that he thought about it, it was strange that there were so many left, the other tents had burnt down. Maybe the size difference? He wasn't much of a fire expert, and anyway, if a Maiden was here then anything was possible.

While he was working, Qrow would occasionally glance at his niece, still sitting in front of her mother's grave hugging her doll. Two years had passed, but some things had not changed, sadly.

Finally, when all the planks were cleared, all that was left was ashes from the various fabrics, smaller planks or planks that had completely burned down, and everything made of metal. He found in particular a lamp now out of use, as well as a piece of furniture crushed by a wooden pillar. Inside, bedding, medical equipment, mainly bandages and disinfectant, the remains of a blue tea set, boxes of tea… Nothing usable, between the fire and the collapse of the tent, and these drawers were too small to hold the helmet anyway.

Not knowing he was straying from the logical area to look, around the bed, Qrow continued to dig through the rubble, his mind busy pondering his niece's situation. Everything would be much simpler if she just agreed to meet her family, she would have more moral support, a healthier living environment, a lot less pressure and secrets to keep, and at least he would not be alone to calm her down when she was having a crisis. Logically, that would be best for her. But every time he wondered why he wasn't taking her there, he got the same answer, in the form of another question.

Why didn't Raven say anything?

Some might say it was out of selfishness, but Qrow knew it wasn't. If she cared about her daughter as much as he imagined, she would have done what she thought was best, and according to her, the best was to hide her daughter from them. Not just keeping her with her, but hiding her existence from everyone. And it had to have something to do with her sudden hatred towards Ozpin, a hatred she had transmitted to Yang, and which in her had turned to fear…

He had tried to discreetly inquire a few times when he talked to the old man, but he didn't get anything that even sounded like a clue. And bringing up Yang to make Oz talk was out of question, at least until he was sure he wouldn't end up regretting it later.

Qrow looked over his shoulder again, the little girl was peacefully untangling her doll's hair, sitting in front of her mother's grave. Who knew what she could be thinking right now.

He fucked up with Raven, he wouldn't fuck up with Yang.

With more motivation, he continued to search, until he came across a case, a little longer than his arm. He doubted Raven would put her helmet in a case to sleep, but he were never sure with her. Qrow pulled the case from under another wooden pillar that held the tent up and opened it. His eyes widened at what he found there. Yang certainly wasn't aware of this…

And done!

*sigh* Done ... finally ... *cough*

So, as you can see, I didn't write the discussion between Qrow and Rook because it wasn't necessary and it would have been way to complicated ... Instead, I just described it by taking advantage of Yang needing new clothes scene. By the way, it's not her final style.

Also, the part with Summer and Qrow is actually what take me so long. I said I really don't like Summer, but that doesn't mean I think she's a bad person, I know she's nice, I'm just tired of everyone being like "Raven is evil and Summer is a pure angel". No, that's stupid, Raven has good sides, Summer has bad sides, they are humain, and here Summer will be facing a lot of inner conflicts about Raven. And I know I never talk about Tai, there's a reason, I keep him for later n_n

Well, as I said, I don't know when I will post the next chapter but I shouldn't take too long. And it can be a good surprise when you're bored and you suddenly see you have something to read! XD

So ... À la prochaine fois !