[ indeed, as she glides by, the snowball hits her squarely in the arm . . . and astoria blinks at the sudden onslaught, and she looks at the shoulder, which now has cold, wet snow dripping off of it . . . and astoria (seemingly unbothered by the cold or the hit) looks beyond puzzled, before she looks up to see ruby, in her fort, victorious. ]
-- are you attacking me?
[ she has absolutely no idea what a snowball fight is, ruby, please enlighten her. ]
oh my god ruby kghsdfgsd
-- are you attacking me?
[ she has absolutely no idea what a snowball fight is, ruby, please enlighten her. ]