𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 (English)

Chapter 68

Jaune didn't recognise the beautiful blonde woman at first. Her hair was paler than his family's, her skin as well, and she looked almost ethereal, as if she might become see-through at any moment. It was the kind of pale tone of someone who got very little time outside, or who had been born with a health problem. Not quite anaemic, but close.

The fact that she smiled so brightly as she held a wrapped-up babe to her bosom showed the weakness was only skin deep. She looked up at him from the bed she was sat upon, wrapped up in white silk with animal fur across the sheets. Her eyes were a curious turquoise, almost half-blue and half-green, but not like Trivia. It was as if the two colours were swirling and mixing together in an ink pot.

"Come," she beckoned, with a curious excitement. "Come on," she repeated, gesturing him forward. "Come look at her."

Jaune did as he was told. This wasn't Glynda, not unless she'd had a child he wasn't aware of, and it wasn't Yang dreaming about the future. He'd have been able to tell if it were any of his friends aged up. The plan to send Ruby and Yang away for the night must have worked, and his Semblance had reached out randomly.

To whom, though?

Had he reached all the way to Vale, or was this someone dreaming about their mother? The latter seemed possible, and maybe this wasn't the dreamer but just another character in someone else's dream. He doubted it was the baby dreaming of their birth, but maybe it was possible. The human mind couldn't remember such a scene but perhaps the subconscious memories remained.

Can't be Yang or Ruby's moms. Either of them. I somehow doubt Pyrrha's mom looks like this, but I suppose it's possible Nora or Ren's moms could have had blonde hair. But it could just as easily be someone else's.

Walking to her bedside, the woman looked back down at the baby and Jaune took the chance as well, leaning over to see if he couldn't recognise the baby form of one of his friends. It was a long shot. To him, all babies looked alike, and not always as cute as their parents seemed to think. Emotionally, parents – good ones, anyway – felt an immediate attachment to their child, but Jaune had personally thought all babies looked like red potatoes.

This baby was cute, he supposed, in that distantly polite way a teenage boy would say a baby was cute so as to say what he was expected to say. A little girl, with a tuft of brown hair, her eyes blinking sleepily, and, of all colours, silver.

Could this have been Summer Rose...? Maybe she dyed her hair for childbirth...

Ruby's hair isn't brown, though. Unless it was born brown and changed. I think I've heard of babies born with blonde hair and it can turn darker, so no reason it can't work for other colours the same way.

"Look, my love," said the woman. "Isn't our daughter beautiful?"

Well this was awkward. He'd been dreamed into the role of other people before but had thankfully avoided any that might carry sexual connotations – aside from the close call in Blake's fantasies about Adam and Yang. And that's a secret I still need to take to my deathbed. One she'll put me on if she finds out I know. Jaune made to clear his throat and give a polite answer but found he couldn't.

He couldn't speak.

And then something spoke for him, and through him.

"She is beautiful," he said, in a voice that was not quite his own. "She has her mother's face."

"But your hair," she responded. "And your mother's eyes."

"Let us hope she does not inherit everything from us."

The woman frowned, but it wasn't a very serious one. "I'm sure it'll be fine," she whispered. "There were no rules against this. They won't be held to the same fate we are."