Hours had past, and chaos drenched the sky with dust and grim in levels she hadn’t known before gram. Every moment she lived now was a moment away from her own demise, yet she had grown used to it somehow. It could have been worse, Ash could have been wandering around Mistral in search of safety, but in gram she had some thread of security that could help her through the days. She wanted to continue on her scarves, reinforcing her seasons in hopes of making them stronger, but the noise became too loud for her sensitive ears to bear, and the faunus had to investigate.

	Instinctively she took to the highest point she find, perching on an old turbine, and gazing at the ship that just came in hot to their north. “Fresh meat,” Jade said below her, unwilling to miss this show too. The eccentric teacher studied each passenger as they met the other instructors and lipped their values to the wind.

	“Where do you think they came from,” Ash asked lightly, unsure of how the huntress might react.

	Jade spied back and smirked at her discomfort, “They’re Atlas, my lil pup.” One move seductive looked follow before the huntress moved back to what she really wanted, information on the newbies. “I have an assignment for you.”

	It was trouble and she knew it, yet the faunus wasn’t in any position to say no. “What kind of assignment?” she said reluctantly.

	“You see that one in the green? I want to know everything you can about that little minx. I want to his hopes, his dreams, where he lived, where is his going to live; EVERTHING.”

	Ash looked to the poor boy with uncertainty. “But..”

	“You’ve been wanting some alone time with Prism, haven’t you? She could really be the dust mentor you’ve been needing. It will even help you start stitching past your four seasons.”

	She stroked fall, and couldn’t deny the diminished of quality on the rest of her scarves. Ash was a perfectionist, yet somehow she couldn’t match the quality she had put in her first creation. What was the most bothersome, however, was just how much the huntress knew about her. Painful memories of the long week she was her prey seared in her head before the young huntress could move past them. “You promise?” Ash asked.

	“Do I ever lie?” the Jade said with a smile, gazing at the boy with green hair.

	“No,” she whispered to herself, giving fall one last stroke before condemning one of her new comrade to no less than a night of emotional turmoil.