⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Man, another dud...⠀ ❜⠀
⠀⠀⠀WAYWARD⠀⠀chips of shaved ice are scattered every which way as she shakes her hair out, wiping along Crescent Rose's blade carefully to ensure no melting ice lingered. It'd take a lot more than some ice chunks to leave rust, or even a water stain, but it just seemed like a courtesy ! She's been trying to sculpt with Crescent Rose's blade for a good hour or two now, which may not sound like a lot from a sculptor's perspective, but when you have a hulking weapon as your tools... Well, that's a lot of duds. Despite these repeated failures, Ruby seems to be in remarkably high spirits. Is this the result of hard-earned maturity ? Have the annals of time finally tempered her restless spirit, giving her a sense of humility in the face of competition ?
⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀This one looks like blue cheese, ⠀ ❜⠀She remarks with a pat of her glove against the side of her... creation, flashing a wide grin at the ( self-proclaimed ) disposer of discarded would-be sculptures. Ruby puts up her fists, shadowboxing with nothing in particular — it's absolutely the prospect of seeing this lady send ice chunks flying everywhere with her own two hands that puts the pep in the Huntress' step, forget all that other stuff.
 ⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀It's aaall yours. Give it the ol' what-for— !⠀ ❜⠀
⤷⠀⠀@ivoryslumber !