[b]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend[/b]

A pair of black-clad arms wrapped gently around Bianca, pulling her into an embrace, the soft, woolen fabric of the turtleneck warm against her clammy skin. If the dark tearstains forming on the jumper were a problem to the owner of the turtleneck, there was no indication. The face of the crying young girl was pressed up against a shoulder, the tears trailing down her pale cheeks like raindrops on a dusty windowpane continuing to soak into into the cloth.

They stayed that way, the silence broken only by the Faunus girl's choked sobbing and the quiet rumbling of the car engine.

"[color=66cd00]You really are a fucking birdbrain, aren't you, Bianca?[/color]"

A soft, tender voice - almost a whisper.

Gentle fingers ran gingerly through silky, snow-white locks.