( sc. ) @springflown.
IT’S DIFFICULT FOR ROSE TO DRAG HERSELF into what she knows is raven’s front door, easily sneaking past whatever drunken guards are posted at the tribe’s outskirts. it’s exactly as qrow described it so long ago to her, fog settled around the tents, outlaws everywhere, people of all sorts, and then ... and then there’s raven. why is she the first person summer chooses to come out of the dark to ? maybe it has something to do with how the bird once trusted her with the knowledge of her departure, despite the night ending in summer’s tears scattered across the floor, shaking on her knees in front of raging branwen. maybe it’s the feelings that never quite exited her system, a lovesickness that no cure would be found for.
the biggest tent appears to be leader’s, naturally, and despite full intent to walk in with grand entrance, summer catches a glimpse of blackbird’s stare piercing her like an arrow from the safety of treebranches’ height. the cloak makes it obvious enough; she’s been spotted. the element of surprise is stripped from her, but raven’s always been observant to say the least.
“ what? ” rose asks, icy gaze zipping to the creature, raising an eyebrow. her voice is soft as it was in days spent in beacon’s hallways ( unthreatening, unwanting to hurt her former teammate ). from a distance, maybe it looks like a smirk — but she’s smiling ( sadly nonetheless ), nothing but overwhelming relief flooding her veins upon seeing her friend. especially after their last meeting. “ never seen a ghost before? ”
