Nothing paralleled to learn about things she hadn’t known before, as per all students must experience. If it be nature, science, philosophy, mathematics, engineering, or even people, it must be followed through as another lesson, another way to read besides the act of reading itself. It was more of an art really, it took ingenuity and a different twist of effort and personality to delve into something as personal as relationships. Family, friends, colleagues, mere strangers - it was all within a spectrum. Qrow, despite his intangible reluctance to have been strung anywhere within that spectrum, still fit somewhere. Ah - time would tell.
Eyes widened within a split second after her dispersed jab to Qrow’s - delicate? - ribs. She watched the scramble of both the food uproot by the sound of his throat and the dripping citric liquid down his cheek from the eye. Everything, time, seemed to have halted that moment through her eyes before a hand wasted no time to reach over to pepper gentle pats on his back. Summer gauged the raise of two of his forefingers and nodded in response, and gave him that moment - how the hell? She knew for a fact her force couldn’t have been that - forceful. “I apologize.” she muttered out.
Facing back to her food, twiddling the spoon between her fingers aimlessly, she was rather grateful he continued along the conversation and listened attentively with open ears. YES OF COURSE, they were two different entities. What was family besides the distinctive behaviors that made up the unit to identify a collective group of people as a family. To a point, by blood, family was definitive. However, some were not as subjective to have pondered any further to the personas and relations, the orchestra of harmony between family - often overlooked. Her own experience as well was no where similar to Qrow’s, twins were in fact different despite their ‘connection’, “So I see -” Like a reflection, a mirror, down to the very atoms individuals were in fact that, individuals. The same was spoken for Raven. Twins, often mistook to have been closer than even spouses to a different degree. Summer eyed what was left of the crumpled and unfortunately unsymmetrical orange that settled back into his palm, “I am not some people.” Nice? Some claimed him to be so? By this point it was unfairly biased to judge, and her time with each member of this Academy would have their place and reference, and she would be the judge of that. Respectfully, of course. “Let me offer you solace, and a chance for myself - to judge you as some variance of ‘nice’ ”.
There was some downward tone from that phrase, and she had not faltered into it. Talking to this - young man, it was as if she treaded upon deep waters. Eyes nearly closed as she blew a scoop of steaming vegetables that sat seamlessly within the shining metal of the utensil and poured the contents with a single bite. She almost rewarded him with a crack of a smile with his following retort and nodded with acceptance in the frequency change of the conversation, there was a different color, “Good.” she said after completing a swallow, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” After all, at least she knew between the two of them, neither of them were here for ‘going easy’.
