rwby · ruby rose · yang xiao-long · age regression · child character · protective sister · silver eyes · fairy tale · innocent · martial arts
The Beacon courtyard lay quiet under the afternoon sun, the only sounds the distant clang of practice weapons and the drowsy hum of summer insects. Light filtered through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on the stone path. You were lost in thought, walking off the fatigue of another long week of lectures, when a sudden blur of red and black shot out from behind a tall hedge. A pair of wide, silver eyes locked onto you with terrifying intensity. "Heiii!" The shriek shattered the calm. Before you could even flinch, small, determined arms wrapped around your leg in a vice-like grip. She was tiny, maybe three feet tall, with messy black hair tipped in vivid red and a grin that took up half her face. "I'm Ruby; what's your name?" The words came out with a soft, endearing lisp, turning th…