A/N: So, how are ya'll. Hahah. And now I present you with a much desired second chapter to this fluffy smut fic. This chapter is more Bumbleby oriented.
I had several ideas to implement in this chapter, but then it would've made it unnecessarily long and boring, but I eventually settled on keeping certain aspects in a more simple way. I honestly wasn't gonna do a second chapter whatsoever, even though some suggested it would be nice to have, but at the time I just wasn't diggin it. Then I got a certain song stuck in my head and realized how perfect it would be as a theme for another chapter of this AU. It should be obvious what song it is if you know what to look for, haha.
Edit 1/27/16: Grammar fixes and major tweaks; changed the way Blake and Yang meet (so Yang's more Goldilocks feel).
Yang strode around lively customers, serving food and drinks to those seated at various tables. She was currently taking the order of a gentleman and his wife when she heard the tinkling sound of a bell, indicating someone had just entered the tavern. When she looked up to greet the customer a smile grew on her face at the all too familiar red cloak.
"Hey there sis! How was your lesson with madam Goodwitch?"
Ruby removed her hood, and upon hearing her older sister's voice she beamed a smile in her direction. She waited for her sister to finish taking some customers' orders and moved over to her before replying.
"It was the same as usual. Today I learned more about the native flora and their properties."
The blonde gave a nod before grabbing Ruby in a bear crushing embrace like always. "Sounds fun. Glad to see you home safe." Yang said as she continued to squeeze the air out of Ruby.
"It's good to know you love me Yang, but you're killing me here." Ruby managed to say in wheezing breaths.
Yang chuckled at her sister's behavior, releasing her hold and smiling at her exaggerated gestures. She gave Ruby a few gentle pats on the back before a call from the tavern's manager, their father, pulled her back into work again.
Ruby had then rushed up the stairs that led to their personal living quarters, which had become the norm as of recently. Yang had stopped asking her where the fire was, for she knew her sister would only tell her that it was nothing.
Yang served the couple's order from earlier, still stuck in her thoughts as she worked her way around the tavern. It wasn't like the fact that Ruby had been recently lying to her that bothered Yang so much, though she was surprised that her sister had lied to her for the first time in years. No, she was worried about why she was lying in the first place.
The two girls were as close as siblings could get, always sharing their secrets and remaining loyal to each other through everything. There was no other person that could enter their domain of trust. However, things had begun to change between them starting a few days ago.
The day after Ruby had gone alone to Miss Goodwitch for tutoring, Yang had been able to accompany her sister this time around. When they got there Glynda had pulled Yang aside while Ruby was busy studying for her lesson.
Yang looked at the older woman curiously, wondering what needed to be said to her without Ruby listening.
"I thought it would be best for me to tell you this in person, for I know how you are about Ruby's safety." The spectacled woman said in a low tone.
"Did something happen to Ruby the other day?" Yang looked anxiously towards the den where Ruby was left.
"No, not exactly. She arrived later than usual for her lesson, and quite honestly she had me worried during the time she didn't appear."
Yang nodded in understanding, she knew better than anyone how absentminded Ruby could be when left to her own devices, and it often led others to worry about her.
"When she did arrive, I noticed she was somewhat disheveled and she carried roses with her. As I demanded her to explain her tardiness she said to me that she got distracted by the beauty of the roses and had presented this rose crown to me." Glynda moved to a small table to gesture at the beautiful red rose crown that rested there.
"So…she got a bit sidetracked by some pretty flowers? That's kind of normal for Ruby." Yang said with a shrug.
"Yes, I suppose that is how Ruby behaves, but it still seemed odd for her to arrive that late, even without you escorting her."
Yang considered her words. There did indeed seem to be a discrepancy with the time it took for Ruby to arrive considering that Goodwitch's cottage was not that terribly far from the village.
"I'll ask her about it when she returns home. I don't want to keep her from focusing on your lessons for today."
Glynda nodded at her decision and the two returned to the den.
Yang didn't get any real answers from Ruby other than what Goodwitch had told her, but Ruby was the type of person with a terrible poker face. Yang could see easily enough that Ruby wasn't telling the whole truth through her retelling of her tardiness.
Yang was shaken from her reverie by the sounds of quick and heavy footfalls, as Ruby came rushing back down the stairs and looking ready to head out once more.
"Ruby? Where are you headed off to?" Yang managed to get out before the brunette girl could open the door.
"Oh, um, I'm just going out to get some fresh air." Ruby said plainly enough, but Yang knew better.
"Okay then, just make sure you get back before it gets dark."
"Will do sis."
With a final wave Ruby zipped outside into the bright spring day, leaving Yang to shake her head resignedly.
Yang worked for another hour before her father decided to let her off for the rest of the day. The tavern wasn't as busy during the evening, so he thought Yang could use some of the free time to enjoy the lovely weather. Yang was grateful for the break, wanting to use the time to search for Ruby and see if she could figure out what had brought her sister to lying about her real activities.
Yang wandered about the village while asking folks of Ruby's whereabouts. Many of the villagers told her things she was expecting to hear, such as seeing Ruby playing around in the village or not at all. Yang had gotten only sparse information but still she went to check out the areas people had last seen her. She was led to another area and then another one until nobody knew where Ruby was.
Yang was more agitated than worried at this point. Irritated with having been led on a wild goose chase by her own sister. Ruby may have been childish in nature, but she was actually quite clever when she felt like it. All of those lessons with Goodwitch weren't for nothing.
Yang was about to give up her search and head back home when one of the many children in the village came up to her in a hurry, tugging at her hand to get her attention.
"Hey, hey, I heard you was looking for Rwooby." A young girl said eagerly.
Yang smiled down at the young one and chuckled at her pronunciation of her sister's name. "Yeah, do you know where she went?" She said sweetly.
"Uh huh, I saws her go into the woods all by herself." The girl pointed towards the general direction.
Yang knelt down and patted the little girl on her head, earning a delighted giggle from her. "Thanks kid. I was about to lose all hope of finding her. You're like an angel." Yang said with a wink.
The little girl beamed at her before scampering off to join the other children nearby.
Yang stood up and began her trek into the forest, a blaze of determination in her eyes. When she found Ruby her sister was so going to regret ever lying to her.
Sounds of laughter and love-felt whispers were captured in the forest as two lovers held each other in an embrace.
Ruby giggled as Weiss nuzzled against her collar, the wolf's furry ears tickling her chin. The two girls sighed contentedly; cradled in each other's arms, and Ruby planted a gentle kiss atop Weiss' head.
Ruby had felt the happiest in these past days, spending her time after lessons to head into the forest to rendezvous with the mystic wolf. Ever since their first encounter Weiss had reluctantly told Ruby of her desire to continue meeting, and Ruby was more than eager to oblige.
The two had just finished one of their "sessions", now relaxing in the company of the other. While Ruby ran her fingers through Weiss' hair, the wolf's tail wagging lazily in glee, the quiet noises of the forests surrounded them, blanketing them in a sense of privacy. That is until the rustling of some foliage nearby broke that serenity.
Weiss immediately raises up in a crouch to growl at the noise, ears flattening as she shifts beside Ruby to bear her fangs in the direction of it. Ruby sits up, pulling her cloak over her body as they watch the bushes rustle from some unknown force.
They watched with bated breath, when suddenly a dark shadow burst forth and tackled into Ruby eliciting a startled yelp from the girl. Weiss whirled around with anxious eyes, but settled into a scowl when she heard Ruby giggling.
"Awwww! It's just a cat." Ruby said jovially while petting the black feline between the ears, the creature emitting a purr.
Weiss pouted at the behavior, moving over to Ruby and trying to scare the cat away with a low growl. Ruby noticed this and giggled once more. "Oh, Weiss. There's no reason to be so hostile towards this little 'ol thing." Ruby said and continued petting the cat.
Weiss could only watch, her brow twitching in irritation as the cat reveled in Ruby's attention. She glared when the feline seemed to stare at her with amused golden eyes, flicking its tail at her when it passed by. Weiss scoffed at it, otherwise remaining silent lest she ruin Ruby's good mood. However that tolerance was soon shattered when the black cat licked Ruby's cheek, making Weiss mad enough to dive at it. Her aim was true, but her luck was not, for she fell onto Ruby instead of capturing her prey, which scampered off into the cover of the forest.
Ruby was caught off guard by the sudden action, forced onto her back with Weiss pinning her down. She looked above her and watched as the cat ran away, feeling somewhat disheartened that it left so soon. Focusing her attention on her lover she found the wolf was still fiercely glaring at the spot the cat was last seen. It was then Ruby realized what was going on and the concept made her laugh at the irony of the situation.
Weiss could feel the girl underneath her shaking from a fit of giggles and looked at her appraisingly. This was a serious situation, there was nothing funny about that creature stealing Ruby's attention away from her.
Ruby managed to get some words out between her laughing. "Oh my gosh. You're jealous of a cat! I can't believe this."
The statement caused Weiss to blush and scowl down at her. "Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself Ruby. And I wasn't jealous. I'm just protecting what is mine." She said with a huff.
Ruby managed to cease her laughter, bringing Weiss down for a kiss before speaking again. Being the possession of someone wasn't an ideal concept to Ruby, but when the words came from Weiss it made her feel warm with the thought of belonging with her.
"It's nice to know how you love me, but did you really have to chase the cat away?" Ruby then looked at her mischievously. "Or is this some sort of cat versus dog thing?"
"How dare you?!" Weiss blushed furiously at the implication, embarrassed because it was partially true. "I'm not some base animal that goes chasing my tail around." Weiss pouted at her, and Ruby found the behavior absolutely adorable.
"I'm sorry Weiss." Ruby planted a kiss on her shoulder. "Will you ever forgive me?" Ruby said while slowly trailing kisses along her neck.
Weiss found her resolve crumbling with every caress, eventually succumbing once again to Ruby's touch as they proceeded to fall into ecstasy once more.
Yang was traveling down the path, and still there was no sign of Ruby. She was surprised to not even hear the young girl singing or her causing some sort of ruckus. It only made her feel anxious that Ruby may have broken her number one rule of not entering the forest.
As she continued down the path she noticed something was different. As many times as she has traversed down this very route, she had never seen any other paths branching off from it. She found herself at a fork in the road, one path leading to Goodwitch's and another to some place unknown.
Yang was skeptical at first, unsure if she was going crazy or had just been very imperceptive. She decided for the latter, as it made her feel somewhat better about the situation. Perhaps the reason she couldn't find Ruby was because she travelled down this separate trail.
While she continued her search a light shower began trickling through the branches, staining her clothing with dampness.
Well isn't this just great. Not only can I not find Ruby, but it's starting to rain. What's next?
Yang had expected to jinx herself, but instead she found herself in luck, for she had discovered a small hut at the end of the trail.
Was this always here?
Yang had always assumed lady Goodwitch was the only person to live out in the forest, she hadn't heard of anyone else. She strained to remember if anyone in the village had ever mentioned another home, but couldn't come up with anything. Curiosity getting the better of her, Yang decided the only way to find out was to go inside.
Approaching the door she found that it was left unlocked, in fact it had no lock to begin with. Yang stepped inside to discover a small dusty abode, where a multitude of shelves in varying sizes decorated the walls. There were two small round windows, which she noted faced the same directions of the sunrise and sunset.
Yang carefully treaded further into the home, noticing a single bed and a small fire stove in separate corners. She then examined all the strange trinkets, bottles, and books that littered the shelves. All sorts of strange things with labels and titles that she couldn't quite read.
Yang paused and picked up a peculiar looking stone; its color a mixture of greens that made it seem like moss. She set the stone back in its place when she looked out one of the windows and noticed a small flowerbed towards the back of the home.
Yang exited the house, closing the door behind her, as she went toward the back area. There was actually a variety of flowers growing there, many of which Yang didn't know the names of. Although it seemed like no one has lived in the home for a long time the flowers had continued to bloom beautifully.
Yang admired the flowers and she thought of how excited Ruby would be to see some of these too. Speaking of her, Yang remembered she was still in search of her baby sis. That train of thought came to a halt when Yang heard a faint sound of rushing wind, and it seemed to be coming from inside the house.
Yang crept toward the front of the structure and peeked around a corner. She had no sense left in her to speak as she was stunned into silence when she saw a beautiful woman, wearing nothing at all, step out into the rain.
Yang could only gape at the mocha skinned woman as she spun about on the grass; her onyx locks flowing along as she maneuvered. She wasn't sure if she was dreaming at this moment, perhaps she was actually asleep and experiencing the most lucid dream ever. However that line of thinking was gone when the woman before her laugh; a soft and throaty sound that was quite alluring to Yang's ears.
Yang released a gasp. She did not intend to attract the other woman's attention but soon found herself gazing into eyes that shone like starlight. The honeyed irises were stunning—hypnotic even, and were pulling Yang in until she felt she could drown from that look.
Golden irises flickered like small flames while gazing at the two creatures. It wasn't until their actions went further that the feline decided to give them privacy. As the sounds of love-making faded the cat continued its journey through the forest. The sky began to turn grey as a gentle rainfall began, but it was not long until the cat reached its destination.
Without pause the black cat's form changed, altering it from a beast into that of a human woman. The woman stretched out her limbs, trying to get used to the feeling of being human after days of being a cat. Her tanned skin rippled with the movement of her muscles, bare for all of Mother Nature to see. Only her long onyx hair providing some sort of decency in covering her chest.
She moved briskly into the hut, a place she rarely found herself actually staying in. There were trinkets and various ingredients for potions and spells inside. Shelves lined with books that held secrets of forbidden magic and various enchantments. The home of a witch.
The whole place was covered in a light layer of dust and cobwebs. Surely not a very quaint appearance to leave her home in, but if she had thought to pay more attention to her dusty abode then she would've noticed how certain areas had been disturbed. Without a single glance and a wave of her hand she conjured a simple spell, one that would summon a gust of wind that only swept the undesirable blemishes out of her home.
She didn't plan on staying long, only returning to the abode to study her tomes for specific spells she needed for the next journey she had planned. It had become a routine for her to leave on pilgrimage to various places to perform rituals among other witches.
Once she felt satisfied with the spells she studied she waved her hand to gather the required materials for them, but the soft continuous pitter patter noise against the roof of her hut made her pause. The witch ignored her current activities in favor of the rain, stepping outside her hut into the light drizzle pouring down. She lifted her face to the sky, relishing the feel of the cool water on her skin. It was a calming practice she often found herself fond of, despite her beast form being a cat.
Lifting her arms skyward she began twirling in a circle and dancing among the droplets. She even released a delighted laugh as she moved along with the music of the rain. For a brief moment, she wondered how the two she passed by earlier were faring, but the sound of a gasp pulled her out of her trance.
She immediately halted her dance, her gaze landing directly on the intruder. She was pleasantly surprised to see it was another woman of her age, someone from the nearby village most likely. The witch studied the blonde haired woman, pondering how she could have possibly happened upon her location. There were many glamour spells that prevented any of the villagers from stumbling upon the worn path to her home, so it was a curious fact that this woman somehow found her way here.
She caught the woman gawking at her like some exotic species, and taking into account her current state of undress, the witch found the behavior amusing.
Smiling coyly at her surprise guest, she crooked a finger at her, beckoning the woman to come closer.
When the tanned woman beckoned Yang closer she did not hesitate to obey. Her legs felt as if they were moving on their own volition, as if this were the right thing to do, as she stood in front of the woman.
The woman touched her arm, the contact making Yang feel a numbing buzz tingle along her skin. Yang felt she was in a haze as her desire to be with this woman was suddenly on the fore front of her mind.
"Why don't we make you more comfortable, hm?" The woman purred into her ear. Yang hadn't even noticed when she had gotten so close.
Yang had instantly understood exactly what the woman implied in her words, already removing her clothing so that she too could feel to beat of the rain on her skin. The witch smiled and took Yang's hand in hers, leading them into a slow dance. Yang was waltzing around the area and feeling as if she were dancing on air.
The witch had surprised herself, in all honesty she hadn't meant to seduce the blonde into relieving all of her clothing. She just wanted to have her enjoy the feel of the rain on skin as she had been doing prior to their discovery of each other. It was also the first thing to leave her lips and, in that moment, the words just felt right. She didn't regret it though as she was now reveling in the gracious figure the other woman was gifted with.
They danced together and the witch wondered about this beautiful stranger and this growing effect she was influencing on her. Normally she wouldn't let herself get lost in such manners, but there was just something about this girl that attracted her so.
She felt that this was meant to happen, that the two of them were supposed to meet. Something crazy was in effect here. Something like-dare she say it- something like fate.
The witch had led their dance into a slower pace until they ceased. She then opted to pull the woman into the hut with her; not forgetting to summon a spell to bring her clothes along as well.
Entering the hut, Yang once more marveled at all the strange things stored there. She didn't have time to pause and examine them this time around, for the woman had pushed her suddenly. Caught off guard she stumbled backwards and expected to hit the floor, only to find herself landing on the soft covers of the bed.
The woman snapped her fingers and upon the action several candles placed throughout the area were suddenly lit. Their flickering flames fabricated shadows that danced in the furthest recess of the hut. Yang gazed around in awe at the sight, but soon she began to shiver. She didn't have to linger too long in the cold as the warmth of another body pressed against hers.
The witch sat on the bed beside her, having splayed her fingers against the blonde's skin. Every part of her body she skimmed over warmed at her touch. She felt the woman shudder as she trailed her hands along her sides. She decided to start with a massage to loosen her up.
Yang was in utter bliss under her touch, sighing in content as the woman gently rubbed circles onto her skin. Her hands glided over her body easily as they were still soaked from the rain which glistened on both of their skins in the candlelight.
The witch paused her activity suddenly, causing Yang to look at her inquisitively. She took a moment to gaze into the lilac eyes of the blonde woman. There was something about the color that she felt she should take note of, but at the moment the meaning was lost to her.
Inching closer Yang moved in for a kiss, the other woman mirroring her movement upon realizing her intention. When their lips met it was unexpectedly in a tender fashion, both women were careful, but at the same time their fervor was still evident.
Yang wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, drawing her closer so that there were no barriers between them. The witch moaned as Yang nibbled at her bottom lip, granting entry for her to deepen the kiss. She could feel the heat growing inside of her, leaning into the blonde and pulling her closer still.
When they at last broke for breath; both panting heavily after being lip-locked for some time, the witch let her hands wander over the other's body once again.
Yang nuzzled into the crook of her neck, placing breathy kisses upon her shoulder and throat. She released a small gasp as the witch placed her hands firmly on her breasts, slowly kneading and caressing the plump flesh.
Yang continued kissing her, and the witch found herself trembling with every heavy breath against her skin. She couldn't deny the warmth coiling in her abdomen and wouldn't doubt the other woman felt the same. She pulled her hands away to take one of the Yang's instead, leading it lower between their bodies until she lightly touched her heat; her own hand hovering over the blonde's.
Their eyes met once more, searching each other for confirmation to continue. A silent acceptance passed between the two, and without any more hesitance they discovered each other. Both released gasps, one turning into a low moan and the other into a sharp intake of breath.
They started slow, using one finger and ensuring that the other was truly prepared for what was to come. Then their paces quickened, and with a slight pause they inserted a second digit, finding themselves unwilling to back out now.
Yang gradually fell back onto the bed, her newfound lover following after eagerly, not wanting the pleasure to end. At first it was strange, both of their minds clouded in a haze of lust making them forget their movements, but eventually they fell into a rhythm that provided them both with complete ecstasy.
The witch pressed herself against Yang, her unoccupied hand gripping the sheets; husky pants coming out short and quick against her neck. Yang was in a similar state, a fistful of the covers in her hand above her while she sighed and moaned into the dark tresses.
Their hips bucking uncontrollably allowed them to push further inside each other, feeling a tightness around their fingers as they got closer to their climax.
Yang came first, a throaty groan leaving her lips as fluids gushed forth from her. The witch followed her shortly after, the sound of Yang's voice pushing her over the edge.
They rode out their orgasms for quite a while, neither one yet willing to end their euphoric state of mind. However exhaustion soon played its role, and the two collapsed onto the bed, the witch resting comfortably atop Yang.
They remained inside each other until their breathing became normal, Yang pulling out first and eliciting a quiet whimper from the tanned beauty. Yang couldn't help letting out a small moan when it was her turn; afterwards nuzzling the top of the witch's head.
Yang felt the onyx-haired woman shift above her, watching as she brought her hand close to her face. She took a whiff of the fluids on her fingers, before placing them in her mouth to lick them clean. The action made Yang blush, and she became redder when the woman took her own fingers and proceeded to suck and lick them clean as well; observing her reactions with entertained golden eyes. Yang bit her lip in anticipation once she finished. The witch place a chaste peck on her lips, and Yang could taste herself on her lips.
Emitting a blissful sigh, Yang wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, cuddling her and peppering kisses upon her face. The action made the witch giggle, and Yang beamed happily at the reward; enjoying the melodic sound of her laughter.
Once they settled down enough, until all was silent, did they finally notice that the rain had stopped.
Yang had begun losing focus on the material world, her mind becoming occupied with little daydreams as she stared at the ceiling. The witch took the opportunity to observe her eyes again. Seeing the bright lilacs reminded her of the flowers she had growing, and of the meaning behind those blossoms. The irony of the thought made the witch laugh, the sound bringing Yang out of her reverie to give her a confused look.
"Unless I missed some kind of joke, I'm not sure I get what's so funny right now." Yang said in bemusement.
The witch smiled at her. "Do you know the meaning behind purple lilacs?" Yang shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing around her face. "Well, you see, purple lilacs symbolize the first emotions of love. They're also the color of your eyes, which is an amusing concept considering our current situation."
Understanding dawned on Yang, a smile slowly forming on her features at the revelation. "Well I hope I speak for both of us when I say that love is definitely something I feel with you." Yang said with a goofy grin.
The witch smiled back and kissed her. Yang took that as confirmation of her words.
It was then the witch decided to give her name, her true name, for she had another that she went by as an alias. Names held power, and by revealing her true name she was sharing a part of her soul with this woman. She knew it was a reckless thing to do, giving her true name to a woman she had just met and made love with, but she knew the fates had brought them together for a reason. She felt that she could trust this woman with her true name, for there was no one else she felt this strongly for in her lifetime.
Softly clearing her throat she acquired the blonde's attention. At first she became rather shy, not used to having enough faith in someone to say her true name to them, but she would not go back now.
"I want you to know my name, and I hope that you will tell me yours as well." She fidgeted a bit under the woman's scrutiny, but the blonde's warm smile gave her hope.
"I am Blake Belladonna; skin and hair dark like the shadows, beautiful and deadly like the flower."
Yang's eyes seem to sparkle at her words, musing to herself on how to present her own name.
"I am Yang Xiao Long; hair and manner bright like the sun, temper and grace like that of a dragon."
Blake couldn't help but giggle at Yang's mimicry, finding the behavior pleasant despite its obvious jest.
Blake then found herself wondering, since the start of their encounter, how Yang stumbled upon her home.
"Tell me, Yang, how did you find your way onto my path?"
Yang seemed to contemplate the question for a minute, her face scrunching up adorably as she attempted to recollect her thoughts.
"To tell you the truth I'm not sure. I just sort of stumbled upon your path trying to find…Oh shit! Ruby!" Yang bolted upright suddenly, startling Blake into springing off of her.
"Yang? What's wrong? Who is Ruby?" Blake inquired earnestly, a bit anxious at Yang's shift in demeanor.
Realizing she had caused unneeded worry, Yang smiled assuredly at her, placing a kiss on her forehead before answering.
"Sorry about that love. You see, Ruby is my sister and I was trying to find her before I found you. She's been running off somewhere and I've been meaning to interrogate her about it. I figured out she went into the forest, but I guess I got kind of sidetracked." Yang chuckled at the last part.
Blake nodded in understanding, glad that it was nothing terribly serious to fret over.
Hmm…Ruby…Where have I heard that name before?
Blake racked her mind for the memory, and upon figuring it out a slight smirk tugged at her lips.
Ah, that's right. Ruby was the name of that girl with the wolf demon.
Blake was tempted to reveal her discovery with Yang, but after a bit of contemplating, she decided to keep it to herself. She was one who was riddled with secrets and understood the importance behind such things. It was not her place to tell Yang what her sister was doing in her free time. It would have to be something the two siblings dealt with amongst themselves.
"I see. I suppose you'll be leaving then." Blake said at last.
"Yeah. Sorry about ditching you after making such wonderful love with you." Yang said with a wiggle of her brows, making Blake laugh.
"I understand. Though I do not have siblings I have friends who I am loyal to, and if they were behaving strangely enough to cause worry I would be in the same predicament as you."
Yang smiled at that, bringing Blake into an embrace before rising off of the bed, with some reluctance. She gathered her clothing and dressed herself, while Blake delighted herself in watching how the fabric hugged her form.
Yang, now fully dressed, turned to her and Blake rose up to kiss her, the action lasting for a long moment.
"I'll be sure to return to you. I don't know when, but I will surely come back to you." Yang whispered to her, eyes shining with the honesty she held in her words.
"And I'll be waiting here for your return." Blake raised a hand to cup one side of Yang's face, the blonde covering the hand with her own.
The two gazed into each other's eyes for a long time before Blake spoke once more.
"I have a way to make it simpler for you to find me." Blake said as she flicked her wrist. Yang heard some rustling from somewhere in the hut, shortly after a necklace made of twine with a small stone tied to it floated over to them. "I want you to wear this." Blake said.
It hovered before Yang until she held her hands beneath it and it fell onto her palms. A small rose colored stone was attached to the twine, held securely by a tiny metal wire that wrapped around the stone.
"It's a desert rose." Blake clarified for her. "A gemstone that will bring mental ability and clarity, as well as perception of all kinds. It will allow you to see through most glamours, including the ones surrounding my home."
Yang slowly nodded at the new information, taking the twine and tying it around her neck. She approached Blake once more, hugging her close and kissing her before departing. Blake watched her from the doorway, keeping her eyes on Yang until the forest swallowed her golden mane from view.
She knew that she would see Yang again soon.
She could feel it in her very being.