her hands are gentle, flowers graced by various colors aligned upon a gentle base creating a tiara is within the younger's hands. she hums, eyeing weiss and then looking back to the flora, grinning. ❛ i think i got the colors right, d'ya like it ? ❜ and she gently holds it out to the heiress; hoping for her to take it and maybe even wear it.
“ What are we, seven? “ She asks, but her comment lacks any real heat or ice behind it. Instead, she eyes the flower crown with a suspicious --- but curious --- gaze. She’d always seen other children wear them, even those rich enough who picked flowers straight from their parents’ expensive gardens. But she’d never worn one, herself. Too dirty, her mother thought. Too childish, her father thought. It wasn’t proper for a Schnee to be seen wearing plants. Flowers were meant to be grown, picked, and placed in vases. Not to be worn.
Only, Ruby challenged that idea -- like much of everything else Weiss had learned in life.
“ I ... suppose, it’s pretty. “ She admits, taking the offered flower crown, and cradles it in her hands. Gentle, like she might accidentally crush or damage the petals if she held it too tight, held it the wrong way. The colors are bright and beautiful, and Weiss finds herself smiling down at the tiara of florets and blooms despite herself.
“ Figures only someone like you would think to make something like this, Ruby. “ She looks back up at her teammate, raising an eyebrow, but her words don’t sound insulting. They’re the opposite of it, actually, though Weiss would never admit it.