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Author's Note: Wooohooo! It's Bumbleby Week! I've been looking forward to this all month and I can't wait to see what people have created for this week. :D

With that in mind I hope you readers enjoy my little stories for you all - I've been excited to get these written and now I'm happy (and a lil nervous) to be finally able to share them.

So! Happy reading everyone and have a great bee week!

Reeves3.

Bumbleby Week 2018

Day One - Spring Time

Blake stood to the side of the training room doors, peering out across the large patio towards the end where her blonde teammate sat. Yang's back was turned away from her, but Blake could tell she was gazing up at the multitude of stars in the night sky. Glancing away from her, Blake's eyes fell to the two cups of chamomile tea she had brewed for the both of them and she let out a small sigh.

Since reuniting with her team a week ago, it hadn't taken long for the two of them to break into an argument about Blake's sudden departure after the fall of Beacon. Anger had blazed like a solar flare and tears had fallen like a leaky faucet. Despite the frustration and the sorrow the two of them shared, Blake managed to talk through her reasoning and Yang came to accept it and forgive her. However, that had been a few days ago and Yang hadn't spoken to her much since then.

The light above her flickered, the faulty bulb buzzing in its place, and Blake was broken out of her thoughts. She straightened her back, focusing on the task at hand. She buried her nerves as she began to approach Yang. She didn't try to silence her movements, wanting Yang to know that she was making her way to her.

Her cat ears picked up the sound of a wet sniff and she watched Yang's left arm reach up to wipe at her face that Blake couldn't see. When Blake came to a stop at her side, Yang didn't even glance her way.

"Hey Blake," she said, her voice raw.

Blake carefully lowered herself to her knees, being mindful not to tip the tray and spill tea everywhere, and she settled down at Yang's side.

"Hey, I brought you some tea," she offered, picking up one of the ceramic cups and handing it out to Yang.

Slowly Yang turned to look at her and in the dark Blake could make out every tear streak down her cheeks and the redness in the white of her eyes. A small pile of bunched up tissues sat in her lap. Yang reached out and took the drink from Blake.

"Thanks," she mumbled, slightly embarrassed, as she lowered her head to stare into her tea.

Blake placed the tray in front of her and settled on the ground more comfortably. She stared across at Yang for a moment, watching as the blonde took a sip of her drink without bothering to test if it was cool enough first. If it wasn't, Yang didn't show any signs that the boiling temperature affected her. Blake's ears twitched as she heard Yang sniff and she picked up one of the discarded tissues in her lap to wipe at her nose.

Her friend was clearly in distress and Blake wasn't sure what hurt more: that Yang was upset or that she had decided to come here alone and cry it out.

"Yang," Blake started, gently, leaning forward slightly to try and catch Yang's eye, "what's wrong?"

A deep heavy sigh escaped through the blonde's mouth and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. The tissue she had used was now too damp to be useful and she dropped it in her lap again before turning to look at Blake with a tired look.

"It feels like everything," she answered.

Blake blinked and her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Yang's arm gestured wildly into the air and Blake's ears flattened as Yang's voice shouted out to Mistral below. "Everything! We're in a war! There's a crazy woman who wants the world to be in her control. There's people who want our lives! Magic is real! Maidens are real! Our old Headmaster's soul is in a young kid which he frequently possesses! None of this is okay!"

Golden eyes widened as Yang's hand shook rather dangerously, sloshing tea over the sides of the cup and probably scalding her fingers, but she didn't appear to notice as she continued with her outburst.

"Hell, Blake! Even our friendship isn't the same anymore. I thought we'd be good after we talked things through, but we've barely said five words to each other since! I miss you! I miss talking to you! But it's like we don't know how to be around each other anymore!"

The tea cup began to rattle, becoming lose in a grip Yang could no longer control. Blake quickly put down her own drink and put one hand on Yang's wrist and the other around the cup to steady it. Yang's head spun round to look at her then to her own drink before quickly making the connection to what had happened. She sighed and lowered her head in defeat.

There was a beat or two of silence and Blake slowly pried the drink from Yang's hand and placed it on the ground next to hers. She then turned back to her friend and timidly rested a hand on Yang's shoulder.

"Yang, it's going to be alright," she began, causing Yang to glance at her.

"How do you know that?" Yang demanded.

"Well... I... Err..." Blake let out a sigh. "I don't, honestly."

Yang moved to turn away but Blake put her back in place with the firm hand on her shoulder. Lilac eyes widened slightly as she stared into cat-like amber orbs.

"I'm not finished," said Blake stubbornly. She released her grip slightly upon seeing the shocked expression on Yang's face, and gave her an apologetic smile. "I don't know if any of us will be okay. Already there's things about us all that we're struggling to cope with and more problems will only be added as this war goes on. Everything you said is true, and how messed up it all is."

She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts. "But I do know that whatever comes our way and what troubles we have to face, we'll do it together, as a team... As friends."

The faintest of smiles appeared on Yang's lips for the briefest of seconds. "It's nice to hear you say that Blake, but..."

"I know. I'm getting to that," said Blake, and Yang nodded. "As for our friendship, I could tell you a story that is oddly fitting right now."

Yang arched a slim brow. "Go on."

The corners of Blake's lips twitched. "Have you ever heard of the story of The Four Maidens?"

There was a beat of silence and a blank stare.

"Would you believe me if I said I hadn't?" Yang asked, dry humour laced in her tone.

Blake rolled her eyes.

"So you're familiar then," she said, causing Yang let out a short laugh.

"Each maiden of the season taught the old man different versions of kindness that reflected upon what season it was. The messages they give can be applied to our friendship too," said Blake. "We met each other in Summer, where we stepped outside and let the world show us what it had to offer as we trained to become Huntresses. Then we were good friends in Autumn and all of us were thankful to have Team RWBY and each other in our lives. But afterwards...we lost each other in Winter and we all took time to reflect on the past and ourselves. And now we meet again in Spring, and in Spring time, what once was withered by winter, can now be revitalised and..."

"...Have a new beginning," finished Yang, now smiling fully.

Blake smiled too. "Exactly."

Yang thought about it for a few seconds and then picked up her drink in her now steady hand.

"I think we can do that," said Yang, and she indicated for Blake to pick up her own tea, which she did.

Together they clinked their teacups together with the promise of a fresh start.

Tune in tomorrow for the 'Sun/Moon' prompt! :D

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Reeves3.