The wind howled through the craggy peaks, carrying the scent of frost and stone. The mountain loomed tall and unyielding, its jagged cliffs cutting into the sky, veiled in shifting mists. Snow clung to its highest points, untouched by time, while the lower slopes were a mix of rock, ice, and sparse patches of stubborn greenery.
Jaune stood at the base of the climb, his armor worn from travel, his red cloak fluttering behind him. He took a deep breath, adjusting the straps on his gauntlets, before turning his gaze upwards for the climb.
"Alright, Juniper, this is going to be a long one."
The golden jackalope beside him twitched her ears, her large, intelligent eyes surveying the incline with mild disapproval.
Jaune smirked, patting her side. "Oh, don't give me that look. I know you can't climb this whole thing on your own."
Juniper huffed, clearly disagreeing.
Jaune chuckled but tightened the straps on his belt, adjusting Crocea Mors on his hip.
"Well, no sense wasting daylight. Let's get moving."
And so, they began their ascent.
The lower portion of the mountain was manageable, the path winding like an ancient serpent. Rocks jutted out at odd angles, providing footholds, while tufts of grass and wildflowers clung stubbornly to the cracks.
Juniper hopped effortlessly, her powerful legs carrying her over obstacles with ease. Jaune, on the other hand, took a more careful approach, using his hands when needed, his boots finding steady purchase against the rugged terrain.
The climb was slow, steady, the kind of journey that demanded patience rather than speed.
Jaune wiped his brow, exhaling as he paused on a narrow ledge, looking back at the land below.
The valley of Mistral stretched wide and endless, dotted with rivers and forests, fading into the golden horizon.
Beautiful.
Jaune smiled faintly, then turned back to the mountain.
"Alright, up we go."
An hour into the climb, the path disappeared.
The only way forward was up.
Jaune sighed, stretching his arms before reaching for a handhold in the rock face.
The stone was rough and weathered, cracked by time and wind, but sturdy enough to climb.
With slow, calculated movements, Jaune pulled himself up, his muscles straining as he reached for another hold.
One step at a time.
Juniper waited below, watching with unblinking patience, her ears flicking with every shift of loose gravel.
Jaune reached a particularly tricky ledge, forcing himself to stretch further than he liked.
His fingers barely caught the edge, and for a brief moment, his foot slipped, sending a few loose rocks tumbling down.
Jaune gritted his teeth, his arms burning as he hauled himself up, pressing his chest against the rock before finally securing his footing.
"Hah… okay, that was close."
Juniper chuffed in amusement.
Jaune shot her a halfhearted glare. "Oh, like you'd do any better."
He took a moment to catch his breath, then continued upward, each grip deliberate, every movement precise.
The wind picked up, howling through the cracks in the stone, carrying whispers of the heights above.
Jaune climbed higher.
After another grueling hour, he reached a flat stretch of land, but instead of relief, he was greeted by a sheet of ice.
The mountainside glistened, smooth as glass, with only the occasional jagged outcrop breaking the surface.
Jaune exhaled sharply, shaking out his hands.
"Great. Just what I needed."
Juniper leaped up beside him, her paws slipping slightly before she steadied herself.
Jaune tested the ice, his boots skidding.
"Okay, this is gonna be a pain."
He drew his sword, using it like an ice pick, stabbing the tip into the frozen surface for balance.
Step by step, he crossed the treacherous expanse, his breath fogging in the cold air.
Juniper followed, her movements precise, navigating the slick terrain with animal grace.
The wind bit at his exposed skin, numbing his fingers beneath his gloves, but he pressed forward, determined.
As they neared the edge of the ice, Jaune chuckled to himself.
"You know, this is still easier than climbing a mountain of candy and cake back at home."
Juniper flicked an ear at him.
Jaune grinned. "Don't give me that look. Everafter logic is weird."
He pressed on, finally reaching solid ground once more.
At long last, after hours of climbing, they reached the peak.
Jaune pulled himself up one last time, his boots scraping against the rocky surface, and finally he stood atop the world.
The view stole his breath away.
The entire landscape stretched beneath him, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Golden plains, winding rivers, dense forests, all of it, untouched and endless.
Jaune exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.
Juniper hopped up beside him, shaking snow from her fur, then nudged his arm.
Jaune smiled, patting her head.
"We made it."
He set his pack down, removing a waterskin, drinking deeply before offering some to Juniper.
The wind was quiet here, almost peaceful, carrying only the distant sounds of the valley below.
Jaune sat down, letting the exhaustion settle into his bones, and gazed at the horizon.
The wind was different at the summit. Colder, thinner, but untouched, pure. Jaune stood, watching the horizon stretch endlessly, the vast expanse of Remnant folding beneath him. It was quiet here, away from the chaos of Grimm and men.
He had climbed mountains before.
But this time, he was not here for the view.
Jaune reached into his satchel, pulling out a small, round seed. It was unassuming at first glance, no different from any other until the sunlight caught it, revealing the glowing veins of gold and deep emerald green pulsing beneath its surface.
A gift.
A burden.
A promise.
Juniper sat nearby, ears perked as she watched him.
Jaune exhaled slowly, rolling the seed between his fingers before stepping forward.
The peak was rocky, but Jaune scanned the ground carefully. He knew that the seed would grow regardless of soil, but he still wanted it to be perfect, a place where it would stand strong, where it could thrive without fear of erosion or collapse.
His boots crunched against the loose gravel, his gloved fingers brushing against the stone, testing for weak points.
Then, near the edge of the summit, he found it.
A small pocket of soil, nestled between two weathered boulders, untouched by the harshest winds.
Jaune knelt, digging his fingers into the earth. The dirt was cold, firm, but rich—capable of nurturing something great.
"This will do," he murmured.
He set the seed into the shallow hole, covering it with dirt, pressing it down gently.
Then, standing back, he placed a hand over the soil, letting out a slow breath.
The wind shifted.
The air around them hummed, charged with an unseen energy.
Jaune stepped back, feeling the pulse of something ancient awakening beneath his fingertips.
Then a spark of gold erupted from the ground.
Like a heartbeat, the energy throbbed outward, sending ripples through the summit.
The soil cracked open, and from within it, a thin green sprout pushed its way free.
Juniper stilled, ears flattening as the air trembled.
Jaune watched as the sprout thickened, twisting into a slender sapling, its bark shimmering in hues of deep mahogany and silver.
Then it grew.
Faster than any tree should.
The roots coiled and spread, sinking deep into the mountain. The trunk stretched higher and higher, spiraling upward, branches bursting forth in a cascade of color—leaves of every shade imaginable, from vivid emeralds to burning reds, from soft blues to shimmering golds.
The sky darkened as the tree expanded, reaching higher, piercing into the heavens like a spire of living light.
Its branches wove through the clouds, forming a canopy that shimmered with ethereal energy, leaves rustling like whispered secrets.
And then flowers bloomed.
Each one glowed softly, petals unfolding in slow, delicate spirals, revealing tiny orbs of crystalline light nestled within.
A tree not of Remnant… a connection to the Everafter,
Jaune stood beneath its growing shadow, staring up in quiet awe.
He had done this before.
And yet each time, it left him breathless.
Juniper nudged his arm, and he let out a quiet chuckle, resting a hand on her fur.
"It's really something, huh?"
The jackalope twitched her ears, staring at the tree like it was something otherworldly.
And it was.
This tree would never wither, never die. Its roots would sink into the land, its branches would touch the skies, and its presence would change the very world around it.
Jaune didn't know what would happen next.
Would the people of Remnant see it as a gift?
Would they see it as a warning?
He didn't have those answers.
But he had planted it, anyway.
Because sometimes, all you could do was plant a seed and hope.
Jaune exhaled, stepping back, eyes lingering on the tree.
The wind rustled its brilliant leaves, sending a gentle rain of shimmering petals drifting through the air.
And then, with a last glance, Jaune turned, mounting Juniper once more, disappearing down the mountainside.
Jaune adjusted the straps on his gloves, feeling the familiar weight of Crocea Mors resting on his hip. The newly grown tree behind him stretched into the heavens, its branches woven into the clouds, the leaves shimmering like a dream against the sky.
He didn't know how long he had been staring at it, watching as the petals drifted softly in the wind, but he finally exhaled, ready to leave.
Then he saw her.
At the base of the mountain, near the edge of a dirt road, a lone figure stood watching him.
A hoverbike rested beside her, its engine still warm, dust kicked up from the ride.
She was cloaked in red, her posture relaxed, yet Jaune knew better. Huntress.
Her long legs shifted slightly, and Jaune could tell from the subtle way her hand lingered near her weapon that she had been waiting for him.
But it was where she was looking that gave him pause.
She had watched the tree grow.
Jaune narrowed his eyes slightly, stopping a fair distance away.
The woman tilted her head, then slowly removed her helmet.
Jaune froze.
She was beautiful.
He had met many Huntresses in his travels, all stunning in their own way, but a mature one had always something different about them, something poised, strong yet graceful, radiating an aura of effortless confidence.
Her dark hair cascaded past her shoulders, a deep contrast to her fair skin. But it was her eyes that struck him the most.
Silver. Piercing. Familiar.
The woman leaned forward slightly, her lips curving into a playful smile.
"So… are you the Rusted Knight?"
Jaune shrugged, forcing himself to breathe normally.
"Just a traveler."
Her eyebrow arched, amused.
Without another word, she reached into her cloak, pulled out a scroll, and dialed a number.
A soft buzz came from Jaune's hip.
Jaune froze.
The woman smirked knowingly.
The call rang louder.
Jaune hesitated, then slowly pulled out his own scroll, staring at the unknown number on the screen.
He didn't need to answer.
Before he could even react, the woman slung her scroll away and unslung her weapon from her back, a massive, sleek crimson scythe with shifting mechanical parts that gleamed under the fading sunlight.
She rested the weapon against her shoulder, her voice a sultry mix of maturity and mischief.
"Hey, Jaune. Long time no see."
Jaune's breath caught in his throat.
Then it all clicked.
"Ruby?"
Her silver eyes glinted, twirling her scythe once with ease.
Juniper, beside Jaune, shifted her paws, sensing the tension.
Jaune took a step back, his mind racing.
"Juniper, go."
But before his Jackalope could even move, Ruby tilted her head, raising a single finger.
"Juniper, baby girl, sit."
The golden jackalope's ears flicked. And then she obeyed.
Jaune blinked.
Ruby grinned, resting a hand under her chin.
"Good girl. I know you understand!" She blew a playful flying kiss at Juniper before twirling her scythe, shifting its form with a sharp click.
Jaune immediately shifted his stance, knowing what was coming.
Ruby's silver eyes glowed as she dashed forward, swinging Crescent Rose in a controlled, fluid arc.
Jaune blocked, his aura flaring as Crocea Mors met her blade with a sharp clang. The impact sent sparks flying, forcing his boots to skid slightly backward.
Ruby tilted her head, still grinning.
"Yup. That's Crocea Mors, alright."
Jaune clenched his teeth, pushing back against her force.
"I'm not who you think I am."
Ruby sighed dramatically, then vanished in a blur of red petals, reappearing instantly behind him.
"Lying to me?" she teased. "You should know better, Jaune. Who else would have that number, a beautiful Jackalope, and a sword like that other than… you?"
Jaune barely raised his shield in time as her boot connected to it, sending a shockwave through his arm. The force of the kick sent him flipping backward, landing into a controlled crouch.
He inhaled sharply, then let his aura surge, the golden glow tinged with blue as his speed increased.
He blurred forward.
But Ruby's grin widened, her entire body erupting into a storm of red petals and she chased after him.
The world became a blur, the wind tearing past them as Jaune dodged trees, leaped over rocks, weaving through the uneven terrain.
Ruby was right behind him, her laughter ringing through the air.
"Jaune, Jaune, Jaune… you can't outrun me!"
Jaune's mind raced.
Ruby was fast, faster than anyone he had ever faced.
He vaulted over a fallen log, twisting mid-air to deflect a bullet from Crescent Rose, the force sending him spinning before he landed on his feet.
Ruby didn't stop.
She danced through the air, her scythe spinning, the blade gleaming under the moonlight as she fired a grappling hook, pulling herself forward at breakneck speed.
Jaune gritted his teeth, slamming his shield into the ground mid-run, sending a wave of aura-infused dust flying behind him.
Ruby skidded slightly, but recovered almost instantly.
"Oh? You're rusty! What? Didn't practice much?"
Jaune pushed himself faster, the golden aura around him flaring brighter, leaving streaks of light in his wake.
"I don't want to fight you, Ruby!"
"Oh, I know." Ruby's voice was sickeningly sweet, her silver eyes locked onto his. "But you still have to pay for lying to us."
Jaune vaulted off a cliffside, landing in a smooth roll before charging forward again.
Ruby matched him step for step, her petals swirling around her like a red storm, her laughter maddeningly playful.
"Admit it, Jaune."
She appeared at his side, Crescent Rose swinging upward. Jaune barely parried, the force sending shockwaves across the valley.
"You missed me."
Jaune's expression hardened, his grip tightening on his sword.
"Ruby—"
"And I missed you too. Always wanted a spar!"
With one final burst of petals, she disappeared again, this time, reappearing directly in front of him.
Her scythe shifted, collapsing into its rifle form in an instant.
Jaune braced himself.
And then she fired.
The crimson bullet tore through the air.
Jaune twisted at the last second, spinning mid-air, his aura flaring as the round grazed his shoulder, blasting a tree apart behind him. The shockwave sent leaves scattering like embers, the force rattling through his bones.
But there was no time to recover, Ruby was already on him.
A storm of red petals exploded beside him, Crescent Rose's curved blade swiping at his side. He barely raised his shield in time, the impact sending him skidding backward, boots digging trenches into the dirt.
His golden aura shimmered, tinged with blue as he pushed off the ground, sprinting forward in an attempt to create distance.
"Damn it, Ruby!" Jaune growled, deflecting another strike with Crocea Mors. "Will you just listen?!"
"Nope!" Ruby's silver eyes flashed, her grin both playful and furious. "Not satisfied yet!"
She pressed forward, blurring into a streak of speed, her scythe a blur of razor-sharp arcs. Jaune weaved between the swings, metal singing as Crescent Rose bit against his shield.
"You faked your death, Jaune!" Ruby hissed, her strikes getting faster, sharper. "Do you have any idea what that did to us?!"
Jaune ducked low, shoulder-checking Ruby mid-swing, sending her tumbling across the dirt. She caught herself with a graceful roll, flipping back onto her feet without missing a beat.
She glared at him, cheeks flushed from exertion and frustration.
Jaune exhaled, gripping his sword tighter.
"I didn't fake anything."
Ruby blinked, her scowl faltering just slightly.
Jaune's jaw tightened. "It was probably just an illusion of me that died! I didn't know he died!"
Ruby stilled for a moment, absorbing his words.
Then her expression darkened.
"That doesn't make it any better, Jaune!"
She dashed forward again, faster than before, her scythe swinging with deadly precision. Jaune met her head-on, their weapons clashing in a shower of golden sparks.
"We buried you, Jaune." Ruby's voice shook, her teeth gritted. "We cried for you. We mourned you. And all this time, you were just—"
She pivoted, her heel slamming into his ribs, sending him crashing through a tree trunk.
Jaune coughed, staggering to his feet, his shield dented from the impact.
"Ruby—"
"Knowing, you had a job to do?" she spat, cutting him off, her voice breaking. "And we weren't worth knowing the truth?"
Jaune's guilt twisted deep.
His fingers curled around his blade's hilt.
"I didn't have a choice." His voice was quiet but firm. "My lips were sealed."
Ruby let out a humorless laugh, flipping Crescent Rose over her shoulder.
"And that's supposed to make it, okay?"
Jaune stared at her, his expression unreadable.
Then he turned and ran again.
Ruby snarled, her patience snapping like a thread.
"Oh, hell no. You are not running from me."
With a flick of her wrist, Crescent Rose shifted into rifle mode, and she fired a rapid burst of explosive rounds at his feet. The ground erupted, dirt and debris flying into the air.
Jaune vaulted sideways, dodging effortlessly. He knew Ruby's fighting style, the way she used her Semblance, how she closed distance in an instant.
But she wasn't the only one who got faster.
Jaune's aura flared, his golden-blue energy supercharging his movements. His boots barely touched the earth as he zipped between trees, becoming a blur of motion, dashing through the dense underbrush.
Ruby grinned, her silver eyes gleaming.
"That's more like it!"
And then she vanished.
Jaune barely had time to react before she reappeared beside him, her blade grazing his cheek, aura flaring.
"Damn it, Ruby!"
She twirled in midair, slicing downward, but Jaune deflected with a swift parry, sending the scythe's blade into the dirt.
They darted through the valley, red petals and golden streaks tearing across the landscape, their duel an explosive dance of motion and steel.
Jaune leapt over a fallen boulder, flipping mid-air, only for Ruby to meet him in the sky, her boot colliding with his stomach, sending him crashing into the riverbank below.
Water splashed as Jaune rolled to his feet, panting.
Ruby landed lightly on the rocks, her cloak billowing behind her, Crescent Rose pointed directly at him.
"You don't get to run, Jaune."
Jaune wiped the blood from his lip, shaking his head.
"I never meant to hurt all of you."
Ruby's fingers tightened on her scythe.
"Then why did you?"
Jaune met her gaze, eyes achingly soft, but unwavering.
"Because I had to."
The words hung between them, carried by the river's gentle current.
Ruby's expression faltered, but she held her ground.
"We were your friends, Jaune." Her voice was almost a whisper. "You could've trusted us."
Jaune swallowed, something pained flickering across his features.
"I did." His voice was quiet, but heavy. "That's why I had to disappear."
Ruby exhaled sharply, looking away for a moment.
The rage was still there, but beneath it—hurt, confusion, longing.
Jaune saw it all.
And for the first time since their battle began, Ruby hesitated.
The river flowed between them, its surface reflecting the crimson glow of the setting sun.
Jaune and Ruby stood there, motionless, the fight drained from their limbs but not their hearts.
Ruby was the first to move.
She lowered Crescent Rose, but her silver eyes never left him.
"You're still the same, aren't you?" she murmured.
Jaune blinked.
"Running off, carrying everything on your back. Taking the whole world's burden like some lone knight in a fairy tale."
She took a deep breath, then shook her head, her expression unreadable.
"You absolute idiot."
Jaune huffed a weak chuckle.
"Yeah."
Ruby sighed, then, to his absolute surprise, she smiled.
It was small, tired, sad, but real.
"You're lucky I like fairy tales, Jaune."
Jaune stared at her for a long moment.
Then he smiled back.
The campfire crackled, its golden light flickering against the damp stone walls of the cave. The shadows danced around them, creating shifting shapes that flickered against the jagged surfaces.
Jaune sat cross-legged, his armor dirty and scratched from the fight, but his heart far heavier than any wound he had taken. Across from him, Ruby laughed, her silver eyes bright with mischief as she leaned back against the cool stone, completely at ease.
"That was really extreme, Ruby."
Ruby grinned, unrepentant, tossing a small twig into the fire. "Oh, please. You had that coming. And besides, it was fun."
Jaune sighed, rubbing the sore spot on his ribs where she had kicked him. "You nearly took my head off."
"Nearly," Ruby corrected playfully. "Means I still had control. You're fine, stop whining."
Jaune shook his head, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "I really am sorry, Ruby."
For a moment, the laughter faded, and Ruby exhaled, watching the flames flicker. "I know."
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her face illuminated by the glow.
"It must be hard, huh?" she mused, tilting her head slightly. "Being a fairy tale? Living like this?"
Jaune paused, his fingers tightening over his knee.
"I... don't think about it much."
Ruby snorted, shaking her head. "Liar."
Jaune exhaled slowly, rubbing his face. "Fine. Yeah, it's exhausting. But... it's what I have to do. It's not that I do this all of the time… most of the time I'm just farming."
Ruby studied him for a long moment, then sighed dramatically, clapping her hands together.
"Alright, enough of that. No wonder I easily kicked your butt. Let's catch you up on everything you missed, Mister Rusted Knight."
Jaune chuckled, relaxing slightly. "I'm listening."
"First off, Ren and Nora?" Ruby started, grinning wickedly. "Married. Six kids."
Jaune's eyes widened, then a hint at pride at Ren. "Six?!"
Ruby groaned, rubbing her temples. "Yeah, and let me tell you, those kids are cute as hell but absolute menaces. They bankrupt me every holiday. I don't even have kids, but somehow, I have to buy for six tiny tornadoes."
Jaune laughed, shaking his head. "That's... actually wonderful. Good for them."
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Keep that sentiment when one of them tackles you out of nowhere, asking for your cookies. Moving on. Blake and Yang? Settled down in Patch. Honestly? Domestic life suits them. I wonder if they even plan to be huntresses since they usually travel to Menagerie all the time."
Jaune smiled, imagining it. Yang and Blake had always been close, but seeing them truly happy together made something in his chest lighten.
"Oh, Weiss and Pyrrha?"
Jaune paused, his breath catching slightly.
Ruby smirked, watching him closely.
"Married."
Jaune blinked. Then he smiled, genuine and warm. "I knew they were a thing."
Ruby giggled, tossing another twig into the fire. "Oh, please. You're an idiot. They were fighting over you for years, and now? Oh, they still talk about you."
Jaune hesitated. "I am happy for them."
"Oh, you should be worried instead." Ruby leaned forward, grinning devilishly. "You do realize that if they ever find out you're alive, you're gonna end up locked in a basement, right?"
Jaune choked. "Ruby please, they're good people! Besides… I bet they already moved on, they're married now after all."
Ruby waved a hand dismissively, smirking. "Yeah, yeah, good people. Also, good people who are very married, and might be into some stuff you really don't wanna think about."
Jaune's face went red, his brain immediately betraying him.
"They wouldn't—"
"Jaune." Ruby leaned in, her voice teasingly low. "I've seen the stuff they try to hide when I crashed into their home while I'm heading to Atlas. And let me tell you, it's really freaking bad. That's why I always go to a hotel instead."
Jaune gulped.
Ruby leaned back with a victorious smile. "You're welcome by the way for the warning. Might keep your eyes open while you're in Remnant."
Jaune sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm never going to sleep again."
Ruby settled against the cave wall, her silver eyes watching the fire.
"Alright, your turn. You've clearly been busy. What happened?"
Jaune leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Salem is gone."
Ruby stiffened, her eyes snapping at him.
Jaune nodded, his voice quieter. "Ozpin too."
Ruby stared at him for a long moment, then slowly clapped her hands together.
"Well. That explains a lot. Why, he just disappeared like that."
Jaune gave her a dry look.
Ruby hummed, leaning her chin in her palm. "And the Brothers? The actual gods?"
"They returned."
Ruby's amusement vanished.
She sat up straight, eyes sharp. "Wait. They actually came back?"
Jaune nodded. "The Blacksmith had a conversation with them. They were... convinced to step in."
Ruby let out a low whistle, shaking her head. "Holy hell, Jaune."
Jaune exhaled, looking at the fire. "That's not the worst part."
Ruby raised a brow.
Jaune's grip on his gauntlets tightened.
"The Grimm aren't about to be soulless anymore."
Silence.
The words hung heavy in the cave, the firelight flickering between them.
Ruby processed it. Slowly. Carefully.
Then, she sighed, rubbing her temples.
"You're telling me that the entire premise of our jobs as Huntsman just... changed?"
Jaune nodded.
Ruby groaned. "No wonder you're acting like a damn cryptid."
She exhaled, then fixed him with a knowing look.
"Jaune. If the others find out... it's gonna be bad."
Jaune's shoulders slumped slightly. "I know."
Ruby clicked her tongue, watching him for a moment.
Then, she smirked and gave him a look.
"Alright, dummy. You need a disguise."
Jaune blinked. "Wait, why?"
"Jaune. You cannot keep running around dressed like a freaking fairy tale."
Jaune hesitated, but Ruby grinned wider, pulling a small glass vial from her pouch.
"Drink."
Jaune eyed it warily. "What is it? Where did you even got this?"
"Hair dye. Temporary. And a slight transformation effect. Trust me. I had someone imitate that potion of yours. Cool, right? Shion Zaiden made it for me."
Jaune sighed, then downed the potion in one gulp.
A sharp warmth flooded through him, and suddenly his golden hair darkened, shifting to a deep black. His ears tingled, then twitched.
Jaune froze.
He reached up, gripping his head.
Ruby snorted. "Surprise! You're a Wolf Faunus now."
Jaune groaned, rubbing his temples. "It doesn't look weird, right?"
Ruby grinned, slapping his shoulder. "Nah, you look great. Real broody, real rogueish. Love it."
Jaune sighed. "Juniper can't stay with me either, huh?"
Ruby crossed her arms. "You ride a beautiful and cool jackalope. That's not 'low profile,' Jaune. We need to be secret about this. I mean, unless you're planning to just tell everyone you're alive?"
Juniper whined.
Jaune sighed, stroking her fur. "Go on, girl. I'll be okay. Do.. I even have a choice here?"
Juniper nudged him one last time before bounding away.
"Not really," Ruby smirked, then approving at the sight of Jaune, in a hooded tunic. "Alright. Now hop on and hold on tight!"
Jaune sighed, pulling up his hood.
"This is awkward. Guess I don't have a choice but asked for your help."
"Yes. Do you have a problem?"
"No, not really."
Ruby grinned, revving the hoverbike. "Then shut up and hold on."
With that, they sped off into the night, Jaune clinging onto Ruby as the forest blurred past them.
NOTES:
That's all I have in my backlog. Got time this weekend so I edited them out and went for a mass release.
Stay tune next time for Wooby and Rusty adventures.