Jaune walked down the hall, just finished with upkeep. Both on himself on on his gear. With the the way things were going, Jaune had a feeling he’d need to make sure he was ready for action at any time.
He saw a flash of blonde hair out of the corner is his eye, and tracked the motion reflexively. He felt like a bolt of lightning hit him. He knew that pony tail, and the girl who wore it. He hadn’t seen her since the fall, and he hadn’t even known if she survived. They’d been dating at the time, and he’d missed her fiercely in their separation.
There’d just been so much going on, and the whole world seemed to be at stake. He found out that it hadn’t just been his imagination later. But it had been devastating not to look for her, even knowing he couldn’t abandon his duties to do so.
“Violet? I-is it really you?” He called out to her, stepping in her direction, hope and trepidation warring inside of him.