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"(sigh) I told him 3 o'clock."

the redheaded girl in the bronze armor idly tapped her booted foot on the round base of the table, as she ran a gloved finger across her scroll, casting a quick glance down at the time: 3:23.
a mild annoyance mixed with a mild worry in her jade eyes: Jaune wasn't the most punctual person on good days, but he'd never been this late.
Pyrrha Nikos sipped at the teacup in her hand as she sat in the café in Mistral, basking in the afternoon sun and letting the crowds pass her by. A recent haircut had ensured she wouldn’t be bothered by fans anytime soon. She mildly passed a hand through her shortened locks: she’d adopted a style not unlike Ruby’s, though still long enough to merit her characteristic headband.
as she looked out across the crowd in the marketplace, people going about their everyday lives like nothing in the world had changed, she was struck by how…oddly calm, everything was.
if only these people knew how close they’d come to losing everything…

a year had passed since the Fall of Beacon…while the school was still being rebuilt after the Grimm had been cleared out, the news that it was finally free of its monster infestation had brightened the spirits of many. On top of that, the latest word was that Professor Ozpin would make a full recovery…it had been a near thing, after pulling his battered and broken body out of the rubble of the underground vault while Huntsmen and Atlas troopers had held off the Grimm swarms. Safely sequestered in Vale, he was awake and alert, to the relief of all his students. The recovery of the tower also meant the CCT, offline since the fall, would soon be restored.

Pyrrha herself had had a very near thing as well…..
idly, Pyrrha fingered the front of her shirt, gracing over the scar that sat just above her breasts... she now wore a sleeveless turtleneck the same color as her sash under her corset…it helped keep people from asking about…that night…
had Ruby been five seconds slower... had her Uncle Qrow not found them at the top of the tower in time…

That strange, silver light that had enveloped them both….she could still remember the energy coursing over her. And the aftermath...

18-year-old Pyrrha ponders the past year...and the narrowness of her survival. for my Upcoming fanfic "Afternoon Tea."

Chapter one to be found here: soundwave3591.deviantart.com/a…

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"(sigh) I told him 3 o'clock."

the redheaded girl in the bronze armor idly tapped her booted foot on the round base of the table, as she ran a gloved finger across her scroll, casting a quick glance down at the time: 3:23.
a mild annoyance mixed with a mild worry in her jade eyes: Jaune wasn't the most punctual person on good days, but he'd never been this late.
Pyrrha Nikos sipped at the teacup in her hand as she sat in the café in Mistral, basking in the afternoon sun and letting the crowds pass her by. A recent haircut had ensured she wouldn’t be bothered by fans anytime soon. She mildly passed a hand through her shortened locks: she’d adopted a style not unlike Ruby’s, though still long enough to merit her characteristic headband.
as she looked out across the crowd in the marketplace, people going about their everyday lives like nothing in the world had changed, she was struck by how…oddly calm, everything was.
if only these people knew how close they’d come to losing everything…

a year had passed since the Fall of Beacon…while the school was still being rebuilt after the Grimm had been cleared out, the news that it was finally free of its monster infestation had brightened the spirits of many. On top of that, the latest word was that Professor Ozpin would make a full recovery…it had been a near thing, after pulling his battered and broken body out of the rubble of the underground vault while Huntsmen and Atlas troopers had held off the Grimm swarms. Safely sequestered in Vale, he was awake and alert, to the relief of all his students. The recovery of the tower also meant the CCT, offline since the fall, would soon be restored.

Pyrrha herself had had a very near thing as well…..
idly, Pyrrha fingered the front of her shirt, gracing over the scar that sat just above her breasts... she now wore a sleeveless turtleneck the same color as her sash under her corset…it helped keep people from asking about…that night…
had Ruby been five seconds slower... had her Uncle Qrow not found them at the top of the tower in time…

That strange, silver light that had enveloped them both….she could still remember the energy coursing over her. And the aftermath...

18-year-old Pyrrha ponders the past year...and the narrowness of her survival. for my Upcoming fanfic "Afternoon Tea."

Chapter one to be found here: soundwave3591.deviantart.com/a…