The carriage was still moving quite smoothly, even through the uneven terrain. The horses were trained enough, and the carriage was adaptable enough (by means of a little gravity dust) that it could still move efficiently.
But efficiency aside it was still a long day, the sun was out until quite late and even once it hit night, there was nowhere good to pull the cart aside and sleep without bandits finding them and robbing them in their sleep.
The only entertainment along the journey were Yang's puns, and Blake's ocassional giggles that might slip out from a particularly bad one, yet the most common response was to bash one's head into the wall.
Yet, making up for Yang's impossibly awful puns was the beautiful landscape, the road was a mix of foliage and a finely ridden path making for a surprisingly peaceful day. Tall trees that held up the light of the sun, mixed with various forms of wildlife frolicking in the distance. Animals that just stopped to watch the carriage trundle on.
After the first day, the carriage stopped to allow the horses to have some rest, and the humans to sleep. Yang slept upfront, sat up, with one eye open. Blake, the second the carriage stopped, fled from the pun-filled hell of the journey to hide with Weiss.
Sleep slipped in quickly, but Weiss woke up, with the moons light still shining. She slid out of the carriage car, and looked around. The horses were resting, Yang was snoring, Blake was curled up inside.
She lifted Myrtenaster from it's sheath, alone in the quiet moonlight she twirled the blade a few times, hearing the whistle as the blade slid through the air flawlessly.
Weiss took in a breath, adjusting her grip on Myrtenaster.
She started to spin, slow, but at a rising rhythm. A dance of sorts, based purely on the song as her blade slid between the winds. All the whistles as the blade traveled starting to form a coherent sound. The sounds were picking up, high frequency and resplendent.
The air it's self was singing, it was no longer whistling from being struck. But instead nature herself singing along to Weiss's pace. An infinite orchestra joining a mortal's chorus.
Nearby creatures were raising their heads, keeping a distance, but listening.
The music lasted only a few minutes, but it echoed and echoed through the ears of any who would turn their head to listen. Weiss started to slow, and slow, causing the notes to get shorter, fading out the celestial piece, fading away into the moonlight.
"Beautiful." A young, female voice said. Her voice was a change of pace, going from a ethereal song, to a real noise that felt complete.
Weiss turned to see the cause of this noise. She saw a woman, little taller if not as tall as Weiss, a red hood covering their face. Crimson cloak pulled tight around the body as to conceal any features. Weiss pulled back Myrtenaster, the dust beginning to load.
She saw the figure raise a hand.
"It's okay, I'm not here to fight or harm you." A happy voice announced.
"What do you want?" Weiss snapped, coming out a little more urgent and rude than she intended.
The woman drew back her hand, and grabbed something from under the cloak, extracting her hand from her cloak, she pulled out a steel wrought, scarlet rose, fading from red to black in places. She raised the flower beneath her hood and sniffed.
"I just wanted to tell you that was the most lovely song I've ever heard!" The woman answered, she didn't seem to acknowledge Weiss's threading position and tone.
"Thank you?" Weiss asked, she wasn't used to random strangers mysteriously approaching her in the middle of nowhere with compliments.
"That's all!" She said and started to walk away.
"Wait." Weiss said. She stopped. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
Weiss could see under the hood partially now, she saw a happy smile framed by pale, deathly pale skin. As she took another sniff of her rose she replied. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you!"
She smiled even wider, and Weiss blinked, for a second she saw bright silver eyes under the hood, just the white-toothed smile in the moonlight and the two eyes burning with a light similar to the twilight shine.
The ground rose slightly as she turned and took one step away. With a flash of silver light, she was gone. Leaving only a single rose petal to sway and slowly descend, to rest gently on the ground.
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Rwby Whiterose: Silver like a god's eyes. (Medieval AU)
FanfictionRuby Rose has been long known dead, memories of her only lingering in family that with time are starting to fade. She was only 9 and was killed by a Grimm out hunting. From the grief of losing her sister, Yang learned, faster and faster how to kill...
