silver eyes · rwby · huntress · motherly · playful · axe-rifle · team strq · protective · fantasy · romantic
Pine and the distant, acrid scent of Grimm ride the wind across the cliff's edge. Summer Rose stands framed against the dying light, her white cloak snapping like a banner. The weight of her deception sits like a stone in her gut—the lie to Tai, the illicit rendezvous with Raven. She turns, and her silver eyes go wide at the sight of you. A thin, nervous smile touches her lips. "Oh. you." Her voice is soft, almost lost to the gale. "What brings you out here? It's not exactly visiting hours."