The moon overhead which phase was it in? Why should the young lady with the brown and pink hair with her hands tied in front of her, care? Standing on top of an embankment, her ears detected the sounds of a river.
A black gloved hand gripped her left shoulder causing her back to stiffen.
Pressing the black blade glowing red against the girl's throat, "Ozpin would've not involved you in his stupid war with Salem," slicing the girl's throat.
Burst of copper tasting blood filled her mouth. A swift straight kick against her backside sent tumbling down the embankment. Splash into the cool water she went. As the river current carried her away, her brown and pink eyes focused on the four eye-slotted Grimm mask staring at her before darkness covered her vision.
Studying her drawing of a glyph, "Need to test it," thought Weiss studying the formula to create it.
Putting her sketch down, she looked around. Something was missing. There's Blake reading one of her trashy romance about ninjas being in love. To believe twenty books in these series exist. Ying stared at the wall listening to Blake reading. Lying on her bed, she stared at the mattress above her. It was quiet. Why was it and Weiss being restless?
"Where's Ruby?" asked Weiss.
"Being a delivery person," answered Ying.
"Delivery person?"
"She's properly delivery mail," said Blake, "or fast food. Anything to earn that lien."
"Thought she got an allowance like me."
"Chocolate chip cookies, books, weapons magazines does drain ones funds."
"What are you two doing?"
"Me? I got to leave for work," kissing Ying's right cheek, "Weiss will be keeping an eye on you until me or Ruby returns."
"I'm keeping on an eye on him?"
"Some of us don't own a lien bank or have a sugar daddy," walking out the door.
"He's not that sweet!" shouted Weiss to Blake walking down the stairs.
Sighing, she stared at Ying's back. Sitting down at the writing desk, she placed a paper in front of her. Applying ink to the blank paper, she wrote.
"Dear Winter,
Maybe I should have used my scroll to text you. Do not need Father and Whitley to read it. I am on a team of weirdoes. They are working to have lien to spend at next year Vytal Festival."
Turning her head left, she saw Ying resting his chin on the desktop.
Prissy her lips, "Can I help you, Ying?"
"What are you writing?"
"A letter to my sister."
"What about?"
"My teammates."
"Is it any good?"
"Ying, what do you do when we, your teammates aren't around?"
"Count flowers on the wall. Talk to George."
"George?"
"The bunny rabbit."
"Oh, the one you were chocking. What does George says?"
"Mean things about girls."
Rubbing the inside of her left cheek with her tongue, "What kind of things?"
"Stuff that shouldn't be repeated."
Tapping her fingers against the desktop, "What does Blake and Ruby do when I'm not around?"
"They tell me stories."
"Do you like singing?"
"Depends on the singers. Most sound like dying cats gargling glass."
Chuckling, "Seems we have the same opinion about modern music."
Folding her letter, she held it between her index and middle finger over a trashcan. With a little focus, a flame appeared burning the paper. Shaking her hand, the charred pieces flew into the trashcan.
Noticing Ying's confusion, "It served a purpose."
Adjusting the desk lamp, she got up. Dimming the room lights, she turned on the desk lamp tilting it until the light was pointed in the spot she wanted.
Grabbing her can of hairspray, she stepped into the desk lamp made spotlight.
"I performing this for Ying," motioning to Ying sitting cross legged.
"Mirror, tell me something,
Tell me who's the loneliest of all?
Mirror, tell me something,
Tell me who's the loneliest of all?
Fear of what's inside of me;
Tell me can a heart be turned to stone?
Mirror, mirror, what's behind you?
Save me from the things I see!
I can keep it from the world,
Why won't you let me hide from me?
Mirror, mirror, tell me something,
Who's the loneliest of all?
I'm the loneliest of all."
Bowing, she noticed Ying wasn't clapping.
"You didn't like my singing?"
"Yes, you sing like a nightingale in a gilded cage."
"Why are you not clapping?"
"Clapping is impolite."
"I don't mind you clapping if you like my singing."
Clapping which sound like thunderclaps caused Weiss to step towards him.
Pressing his hands between her hands, "That's enough," getting Ying to his feet, "Let's check on Ruby and Blake," leading him out of the room.
Heading for the stairs, Weiss heard, "Weiss," bringing her attention onto Jaune, "think it's going to rain? I just heard thunder."
"Yes," replied Weiss, "Be sure to wear your rubbers," walking down stairs.
"Is that innuendo?" thought Jaune.