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Winter Solstice Part 3 A

Just something tiny today for NaNoWriMo as I missed yesterday.. but I also wrote another tiny ficlet “North For Winter.” to make up.

A lil bit lighter than yesterdays.. Is over on AO3 if you wanna read chap 1 and 2.

Enjoy

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Part 3 A

Lights popped and flashed as camera’s clicked away, the crowd of press edging round the door. Their personal bodyguards creating a protective barrier around them, Winter kept a bright and breezy smile, her gleaming white teeth showing, despite her father’s heavy hand resting just behind her neck and shoulders, a gentle squeeze in warning that she had angered him.

He leaned down closer to her, so a photographer could catch the image of a proud father and his champion daughter, keeping his tone level he murmured out of the side of his mouth,

“Why aren’t you wearing the uniform I provided?”

Winter remained bright as she waved at the photographers.

“It does not fit!”

“Yes, it does. I had it tailored personally.”

“Well… Daddy… I have had a growth spurt.”

The body guards began to escort the pair through the labyrinth of tunnels; Jacques’ hand remained on her back,

“You are exactly the same height!”

“Oh… I didn’t grow up…Daddy...” Winter turned with a gleeful smile, “I grew across here!” She gestured to her breasts.

Her father’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, almost allowing his mask to slip in front of the journalists who dogged their every move,

“There is no need to be vulgar.”

A bespectacled gentleman and his camera man approached, holding out a huge spongy microphone,

“Miss Schnee! Miss Schnee!”

Wriggling from out of her father’s grasp, she gave the journalist a megawatt smile,

“Yes?”

“We are from RXSPN, can we get a quick quote?”

“Of course!”

The camera man hoisted up the camera, adjusting his lens to get her in focus and take advantage of the best light. He gave the presenter the all clear. Winter waited expectantly as the journalist held out the huge mic.

“Here I have with me, Winter Schnee, Remnant’s Junior World Fencing Champion. How are you after that tense match?”

“It’s a pleasure to be here Gregg. What can I say, the arena is great, the atmosphere is great, the crowd was amazing. .. Everyone who competed today did their absolute best. The calibre of people competing today…. It was a tough win, I can tell you that Gregg!”

“It seemed like you and Khenet Chaise were evenly matched.”

The years of coaching from the SDC’s PR team were paying off as Winter began to hit her stride.

“We most definitely were Greg, everyone who competed today did their absolute best.. He really did bring his A game. There were a few moments there where I believed he genuinely had me!

Gregg took back the mic,

“But you brought it back in the last few bouts.”

“Yes, once I got my cadence I managed to clinch it. Khenet is a very talented fencer.”

“So what is next for you, Miss Schnee?”

Standing behind the camera man, Winter spotted her father with the security team. Screw him. Turning on the charm she had been taught to skilfully wield,

“I’m thinking about progressing to the sabre actually. I think it’s time I branched out. - ” Even from over here in the glare of the lights, Winter could make out her father’s posture round, and he slowly began to weave his way towards her, “-I think I’m ready to face a new challenge.”

“The sabre!” Gregg turned back to the camera, “You heard it first here folks at RXSPN, Winter Schnee is ready to rumble.” He turned back to her, “So what advice would you give to any little girl wanting to follow in your footsteps. “

Winter felt the presence of her Father stepping beside her as the camera man looked out from behind the lens to give him a frown and a shooing motion to get out of the shot. Winter kept her eyes mirthful and her smile fixed,

“I would say, if you are willing to put in the hard work, the effort, dedication to your duty then any one can achieve anything.”

Her father leaned towards the mic,

“It also takes natural talent and skill.”

Gregg looked momentarily flustered at the intrusion.

“Mr Schnee? “ Holding the mic under Jacques nose, “What’s it like being the parent of a champion? “

“Today, the eldest of my children,-” He pulled Winter into him in an uncharacteristic, one armed, fatherly hug, “-Has done me proud. Never for a second did my faith in her winning today, waver.”

It took all of Winter’s effort not to physically cringe and she thanked all those lessons she had been forced to take in preparation for her future role at the SDC. Another journalist pushed to the fore holding out a Dictaphone,

“Mr Schnee! What do you say to those who stand opposed to your treatment of the Faunus workers?”

Everybody in that small corridor, packed to the brim with waiting eyes and ears, seemed to pause for brief second. Camera’s flashed, recorders whirled. Without missing a beat Jacques brushed off the comment with a chuckle,

“This is a sporting event, hardly a political rally. That’s all we have time for, I’m afraid.. Its my other daughter’s birthday today. Isnt it Winter?” Beside him she nodded, “Weiss would be rather disappointed if her father and her big sister were to miss her special day.” He gave Winter’s shoulder an extra hard squeeze indicating that she was to follow and not cause a cause a fuss. “

“What about the trapped Faunus?”

He began encouraging Winter to walk forward, almost as if using her as a shield. Winter deliberately frowned at him as his voice became silken,

“Now , now I assure you, at the Schnee Dust Company are doing all we can to save the lives of the trapped workers.” The journalists tried to call out after them but were blocked by security. He waved like the smooth trained politician he was, “We shall keep the media abreast of the situation as it unfolds.”

Away from the camera, he immediately put a distance between himself and Winter, ignoring her in favour of walking ahead. They were stopped by officials on the door that would lead to the small gathering in the sky lounge for the presentation of the awards. His annoyance at being stopped and asked for identification, adding a further insult to injury when the official refused to let him in until Winter found the security pass in her bag.

He complained and whinged at the amount of time it was taking, oblivious that it had been his early demand of heightened security for the event that was the culprit. For a brief second she considered not admitting to the official he was on her list, it would serve him right to be left out here in the hallway. As she pushed her finger print against the scroll panel next to a picture of her taken for the Remnant Fencing Commission, she heard her father sniff,

“RXSPN? What is that? Some news network?”

Winter tried not to scoff at how much of an oblivious old goat he was. One of his security team sheepishly said,

“Its an extreme sports channel, Sir.”

“Never heard of it! Have a big following does it?”

The teenager rolled her eyes. It was only of the most popular channels on the CCT watched by millions. It was also televised on cable and covered just about every sort of sporting event on the globe. The Vytal Festival and Huntsmen bouts were known the world over. It might even have the exclusive rights this year. The official allowed then to carry on through to the sky lounge.

The body guard continued,

“It is relatively popular, Sir. Amongst the younger crowd at least.”

Jacques scoffed,

“Well, I suppose we are fine then.”

With another scowling eye roll, Winter dumped her gym bag into the unsuspecting arms of another faceless body guard clone, before setting off to find refreshments and muttering under her breath.

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