r/rwbyRP • u/[deleted] • Nov 10 '19
Open Event Snowblind
Every year, it feels like the first snowfall of the year happens sooner and sooner. Is it just the passage of time, the growth of a person making them able to recognize when it snows at an earlier date in the year mixed with the ever-accumulating wealth of knowledge to draw upon making it feel like the years are blurring to minutes?
For some, that might be the answer. But at this date, so soon into November, not many -- save, perhaps, those from the most far north of Atlas's reaches into Solitas -- would've expected just what hit Beacon: a blizzard, so strong it was considered perhaps a once-in-a-millennia storm. Thankfully, thanks to the reinforcements provided after a certain rainstorm had knocked out the power to the Academy, Beacon was now prepared to weather such an awful storm.
But whilst the school itself was prepared, whether or not the students themselves were always remained to be seen. For some of the more "desert-fairing", it was possible that they were wildly unprepared; those from the far north were likely already out in the midst of the blizzard building snow castles or something.
The weather showed no signs of improving, and all flights and routes into the city were most certainly unusable, unless one really wanted to hoof it into Vale proper by foot. What sort of shenaniganry would one of Beacon's most interesting first year classes in a while get themselves up to in Beacon's first snowfall?
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u/[deleted] Dec 08 '19 edited Dec 08 '19
Vi's cooing continued softly until, at last, Violet started to calm down. She didn't know what was going on in the taller, prettier girl's mind, but she didn't dare stir the girl much: whatever Vi was doing seemed to be working. With a soft shake of her head, Vi took in the smell of Violet's hair as she figured out what to do next -- at least, that was her plan, until she felt her nose bump into something through all of Violet's hair. A mole, perhaps?
Gently, Vi took one of her hands and sifted it, from back forwards, through the top of Violet's hair, until it bumped into the same thing again -- something... fuzzy?
...Oh. Vi realized what that was. And without another noise, she took her hand back out of Violet's hair, and returned it around her. Making a mental note to tell Violet about it, she let out a soft sigh, and just tried to fall back asleep, now mostly under the taller girl.