White Whistle Of Remnant (RWBY x Made In Abyss)

Being Your Best Friend Is My New Job

How hard could that be?

As Summer would find out, it was very, very, very...very...marginally not that difficult.

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On the same dirt road in the morning, our gallant heroines and favourited duo sauntered between the encroaching trees. Currently, Summer is undergoing some "mental gymnastics" because she needed to tell Ozen a piece of information that she should've been informed of much earlier. A small, little, tiny, minute, real-insignificant, undersized detail that was eating away at her because she knew there was the potential it wouldn't go over well. Ozen controlled their walk: a slow, unconcerned pace, so the pair could walk and talk or rather, Summer could listen, and our Sovereign could yap away.

"So yes, I would like to spend our well-gotten gains on many things. A new weapon, perhaps some work towards these old vambraces, a book or two, and maybe something of your fauna or similar. Oh, and food, I want something to eat...and drink." Ozen tacked on that last statement as a reminder of what Summer said months ago, "a drink sometime," she recalled, smiling to herself.

Summer was still addled and mindlessly staring elsewhere. She was only cued into Ozen's statement when the Sovereign snapped her fingers nearby.

"Huh-what? Oh yeah, something to eat."

"How peculiar." The Sovereign told herself. Summer seemed more than willing to partake in their continued exploits last night, and even this morning, she appeared ready. So what was the problem? It wasn't her, was it?

For the first time since she arrived on Patch or Remnant, The Immovable had found time for peace, not even the most uneventful day at the seeker camp compared to this newfound clarity of the word peace. Peace, tranquillity, harmony: these concepts had eluded her for the longest time, yet finally, the words had meaning again. Her lungs felt open and clean; the road travelled, its dirt path, poured into her spirit with each breath, and the steps she took with Summer by her side made her mind feel clear. There was a swagger in her walk, bravado, an inquisitive pride that scanned the woodland if only out of habit. Yet, even with the dragging of her shoulder, she felt so relieved to live without tension or boredom again. Even with so much and so little to do, Ozen couldn't help but take to her mind and internalise thought. A byproduct, she thought, something of Summer's joyful nature rubbing off and letting her relish in what she could. The forest was still the same as before. The sky was unmoving without clouds, their broken moon still hung faintly, and the world as she knew it still hadn't changed. But at the minimum, she could say she was trying to change.

"Summer, I had a lot of time to think over those months in the hospital." Ozen spoke apathetically, if only outwardly. She attempted to put more joy into her voice, another thing she'd need to work on.

"I'd assume so," Summer answered, emitting so much more concern than she ever could.

"Yes, I've been thinking about what I'm going to do—after all this—of course. I have been lamenting for what feels like a while now. I think it started a while ago...or at least-"

Ozen's eyes peeked at Summer. She wanted her approval, sought it even. She didn't want to overwhelm or bear her with so much of her feelings and thoughts that she could lose Summer's trust, so they walked in shared silence for a moment: the breeze ran through their hair and brushed their faces, Our Sovereign smiling without the delight of fighting: with the pleasure of feeling contempt.

"I think it started when I met you."

"...This isn't going to be something weird is it?"

"W-what? No, I just think we have been through a lot, and some of your...habits have been rubbing off on me."