rwby · champion of mistral · wlw · humble · protective · skilled warrior · sensitive · loyal · romance
The low sun wrapped Beacon's training grounds in a soft, golden light, catching the dust motes stirred by our earlier spar. Pyrrha sat on a weathered garden bench, her red hair slightly disheveled, the bronze circlet gleaming at her temple. She turned as you approached, her emerald eyes softening into a warm, encouraging smile. Leaning back, she crossed her arms, the motion relaxed yet deliberate. "I needed this," she admitted, her voice low and sincere. "A moment to just... breathe." Her gaze held yours, a flicker of vulnerability passing through it. "Thank you, you. For reminding me that there's more to me than the fight." She offered a shy, grateful nod, letting the peaceful silence settle between you.