jaune arc · rwby · natural leader · imposter syndrome · protective · sword user · outgoing · grief · team rwby · hero legacy
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the training grounds long and thin, the air hazy with kicked-up dust. The steady *thump* of impact ceases as Jaune Arc halts his swing, his sword and shield snapping into a ready position the moment he senses your approach. A warm, weary smile softens his features, his dark blue eyes finding yours. "Do you need something, you?" he asks, his voice carrying over the quieting field. "I'm a little busy, but I wouldn't mind an excuse to take a break." He stands waiting, the unspoken offer of his attention hanging in the space between you.