Grateful

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A simple little idea that's been done to death and back again. Nothing special, sadly.

The day was warm, bright sunlight filtering beneath the canopy of foliage, providing shade that was much-appreciated.

Blake sat with her back against a tree, eyes scanning over the lines of text in her book; sometimes, the light was too much for her sensitive eyes against the white pages, but every so often the leaves would dance and the shadows would shift just right so that it did not sting and make her vision bleary.

It was their day off, so to speak, and Ruby and Yang had gone to Vale on errands - and probably to shop for weapon supplies, if the younger of the two had anything to say about it.

Naturally, Blake decided to spend her free time outside with a good story and the rustle of the leaves overhead.

And naturally, her girlfriend decided to spend it training.

She could hear Weiss not far off amongst the trees; the rush of air from Myrtenaster combined with the breeze sounded ultimately like shattering ice fragments. Occasionally, she would hear grunts of effort, or huffs of accomplishment, but Blake had to make sure the former sounds did not become too frequent.

Presently, she could tell by the distant sounds that Weiss was starting to tire; the rushes of air between her bursts of speed were becoming slower and with more time in between. Sometimes, Weiss would get so indulged in her training she would not realize just how enervated she was until her legs gave out on her. Blake longed to prevent issues like that before things got so bad.

Lifting her head, she directed her voice in the direction she knew her girlfriend to be in.

"Weiss! You should take a break!"

At her call, the rushes of air came to a halt. The Faunus girl's ears twitched expectantly beneath her bow as she waited. Weiss emerged not a moment later, dusting off her combat skirt, seeming particularly miffed by a tear on one of the ends of her sleeve.

"What happened?" Blake wondered, shifting over a bit to make room.

"It got snagged on a branch." With a mutter, Weiss placed Myrtenaster in the grass as she leaned against the trunk and slumped down beside her teammate. She huffed, pressing her cheek to Blake's shoulder with a pout.

"That's too bad," Blake chuckled. "But don't worry. I'll mend it for you later tonight."

"You're a savior, Blake Belladonna," Weiss murmured appreciatively.

"And you work too hard," Blake scolded, slipping her arm around Weiss' waist. "Do you ever stop to relax?"

"Not if there's training that could be done. It's such perfect weather. How could I let it go to waste?"

"You know what else it's perfect weather for?" Blake inquired.

"What would that be?"

"A date."

Weiss was silent.

"Seriously, Weiss," Blake sighed. "Training and studying is all well and good. But it's also important to rest and take some real time off. If you keep this up, you're going to get yourself sick no matter how badly I try to prevent it."

"Fine," the heiress gave in. She knew by now there was no use in arguing with Blake; when agitated, the Faunus girl often bested Weiss in terms of stubbornness. "On our next day off, we'll go on a date. I promise."