#vecchiafiamma

bless twin.

“Yeah I do.” Qrow sighed.

He didn’t know where his love of teaching came from. Then again, he was always the odd one out growing up. Everyone in the Tribe would power through whatever obstacle was in their path - and the concept of just asking for help wasn’t just foreign, it was actively discouraged. People would stand alone or not stand at all.

Maybe that’s why he liked it so much... A profession whose entire purpose was so utterly against what the Tribe believed. Where help was given freely to those who asked. Heh. Guess its my final ‘fuck you’ to those assholes...

Qrow leafed through the stacks of student papers with a contemplative look. His eye caught the new pearly scar across the back of his hand. A token from his last mission. Tai was right. He did need a break. Doing so many missions back to back was hell for one’s health, physical and mental.

Angela was out enjoying the sun that was coming through the trees. She wasn't out just for the fun of it, this was to keep her supplies stocked of herbs. It wasn't often she could go and hand pick her own herbs to her liking unless it was close to the main building. She was enjoying her time out, perhaps she could stop by the cottage before she had to go back.

She heard a sound, curiousity was getting the better of her as she moved that way. There was louder sound as she moved past a few more bushes and trees and blinked at what she saw before her. The blonde man looked injured, but she wasn't sure who had attacked him or what had attacked him. "Sir? Sir can you tell me what happened?"

She moved down by his side putting her bag down. She started to look over the wound, she was going to need to stop the bleeding but this wasn't a good place. Opening her bag hands moved to find the gauze and applied it to the wound, she applied pressure to it and put some tape to keep the gauze in place.

* grabby hands*