#qrow 01

         being the type of person who always attempted seeing the bright side of things, it was exceptionally difficult for yang to accept how often she’s been complaining ever since she’d arrived. the cold? unforgiving & relentless. most of her teammates’s statuses? unknown. her prosthetic arm? messed up. not to mention how unforgiving this weather is, despite stocking up on proper clothing, yang still feels the frostbite right around the corner; she can’t stay out for too long, & therefore feeling like a burden to the locals. if only there was some dust to help balance out the arm situation... alas, that must be too much to ask from a god.

          though every outside task is complete with certain hastiness, yang feels slightly better about herself every time; it’s all she can do for now. & so after dumping quite the generous amount of firewood behind the tavern, she quickly gets in to warm up.

    ‘ hey lute! i brought some more firewood. it’s in the ba-- ’

yang blinks, mouth agape. there’s no mistaking the one and only--

Eidolon raises so many questions, and Yang has so few answers. Did she really choose this? She wanted a way out of what looked like a pointless struggle, but that didn’t mean she wanted this... She can’t find Ruby. So this can’t be what she wanted.

But what she wanted when she came here doesn’t matter anymore. And since her immediate goal is to learn more about Eidolon, she knows where she should go for information—or at least, where she should go normally. There’s no telling if this place will follow the usual rules. All the same, it’s her best lead. So she heads to The Crystal.

But she never makes it to the bar; something else catches her attention on the way there.

“Uncle Qrow?! You’re here?”