Seras arched an eyebrow as one of her gemstones was chipped into a roughly-hewn pillow. [i]Interesting - the man can actually aim. I’m not sure whether that's a virtue in this context or not.[/i] There would be ample time to unwind later, especially when sculpting for the crowds, but she wouldn’t allow any unanswered barbs from Well’s brashness to hang overhead for the rest of the day. With a gentle shrug, she offered him an innocent smile in return. “I’m Seras - it’s been a pleasure bumping into you.” With a theatrical wave of her proffered hand, she floated the glittering pillow into the space between herself and Wells. It was just as well that he'd carved it into something recognizable.

“I appreciate your compliments and look forwards to our future battle,” she remarked endearingly. “I’ll be certain to shake your hand at a more convenient time.”

[i]Here comes the hard part.[/i] Holding the rest of her gemstones stationary, she turned what attention she could spare towards the pillow-shaped diamond and [i]pushed[/i]. A paper-thin fissure formed along the surface. Then a second. And a third. With a sudden click of her fingers, the gemstone shattered in an explosion of crudely-shaped shards and cherry-pink light. Each shards immediately began to glow as it fell, slowing down as though falling through treacle and flowing like molten sand being blown into glassware. Before touching the grown, each pillow fragment had been sculpted into a plume of miniature feather down, touching down softly on the pavement in a gentle chorus of tinkles.

Restraining the urge to wipe her brow, Seras met Well’s gaze and offered the sweetest grin that she could muster.

“You’ll know when I’m ready.”

[i]Thank Arceus that worked.[/i]