[Soon enough, Utena has gathered enough dirt. Her eyes briefly flicker away from Mami in order to focus her thoughts, to give the strange magic in the soil a shape to cling to. It eventually forms two pairs of matching white ice skates, brand new. As a result of her usage of the dirt, a golden blonde streak slowly winds down the length of particularly long lock of Utena's hair, the movement as slow and delicate as a skilled painter's hand. She sighs deeply, picks up the skates, and makes her way to the ice.]
There, it's done. Geez, I hope my hair isn't stuck this way. [She knew by now the effects of the dirt were only temporary, but it made her uneasy, nonetheless.]
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There, it's done. Geez, I hope my hair isn't stuck this way. [She knew by now the effects of the dirt were only temporary, but it made her uneasy, nonetheless.]