not bad… for a schnee.  though weiss knew those words were not intended to be harmful, she could not help the slight pang in her chest at their utterance.  she wanted nothing more than to distance herself from that name, from the harm her father had done to the world – to faunus like neon.  despite the discomfort in her belly, weiss chose to let it slide, offering the other girl a genuine smile.   ❛   i’m glad you think so.  that would be lovely – maybe we could see which of us is faster with our semblances.   ❜