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river of fire - Nova - 02-13-2026
After spending some much-needed bonding time with her brother, Nova makes her way through the rest of the forest on her journey back to King's End and her sister. She wrinkles her nose at the large volume of smoke in the air, occasionally pushing it away with a small burst of air magic, but she is otherwise lucky not to encounter any of the frequent forest fires from this season during her traversal of the Greatwood.
Skipping through the soft grass, she looks up at the sky that has become painted in red despite of her luck, the strange river of red flowing above the ground like a ribbon of liquid starlight, glinting against the bright sunlight and casting her skin in an eerie glow. She hums and spins, trying to reach her hand high enough to touch the water and missing my more than a few feet - not that she minds. Nova giggles, wiggling her fingers before letting them fall to her side, brushing against the fabric of her white skirt scattered with yellow bumble bees, continuing to admire the brightness of the river above.
RE: river of fire - Lyra - 02-13-2026
Lyra has been to the Greatwood before, but never has she seen it in the state that seems to have befallen it this season. The usually clean, crisp air has been muddled by a thick, smoky smog that chokes the woman as she climbs over roots and ducks under branches. She can see the evidence of the forest fires that must have run rampant in this heat, and what greenery does remain in the forest is dry and brittle, like any little breeze might cause it to crumble.
Despite it all, the Crimson Cataract winds effortlessly through the trees, its red tint causing the sunlight that filters through to take on an eerie hue. Lyra would prefer something a bit less... murder-y, but that's just her. She supposes that it has a special kind of beauty, despite its color, and at least the trees surrounding the floating river seem to be benefiting from its proximity.
A noise from nearby attracts Lyra's attention, and she looks down from gazing at the Cataract to find a young woman humming and giggling, seemingly without a care in the world. Lyra smiles at her good cheer and, not wishing to startle the stranger, calls out a greeting. [say]"Hello!"[/say] she says. [say]"I like your skirt."[/say]
RE: river of fire - Nova - 02-13-2026
She doesn't notice the stranger until the voice cuts through her admiration of the river, every part of her jumping to attention when she spins to face it. The smile on her face is blinding, bright enough to light its own fire as she waves a greeting with her whole body. [say]"Hello!"[/say] There's no sign of hesitancy from the past few weeks, not when the woman is already offering such open and sweet compliments.
Preening, she lowers her gaze to the skirt fluttering around her legs, covered in the large, fuzzy bumble bees that look like they would make the best of friends. [say]"Thanks! I made it!"[/say] She gives a small twirl, more giggles flowing from her lips like falling stars, twinkling in the reddish lighting. When she freezes to a stop, the world seems to freeze with her, her skirt hovering and her blonde hair floating playfully as she says, [say]"I'm Nova!"[/say]
RE: river of fire - Lyra - 02-13-2026
Lyra watches as the young woman jumps and spins, but rather than surprise on her pretty face, there is only a brilliant, blinding smile that immediately calls an answering one to Lyra's face. [say]"Oh, really?"[/say] she says, gaze falling to admire the skirt and its adorable bumblebees. [say]"That's impressive. I'm afraid I'm not much of a seamstress, but I'd love to be able to make something like that."[/say] It's even better when the stranger twirls in place, the skirt flaring around her legs and really showing off the decoration.
The name Nova is not a familiar one, but Lyra already likes the young woman simply because she's so friendly - even if the mother in her is concerned that she might be too friendly for her own good. [say]"I'm Lyra,"[/say] she says. [say]"It's nice to meet you. Do you make a lot of your own clothes?"[/say]
A breeze gusts through, pulling more smoke and haze with it, and Lyra bats uselessly at the air around her face as though to disperse it. [say]"Gods, this smoke is terrible,"[/say] she complains. But at least there's no fire that she can see. [say]"I wonder if it's been like this all season? Gods bless the Greatwood's residents."[/say]
RE: river of fire - Nova - 02-20-2026
Continuing to puff her chest at the flow of compliments, Nova releases her skirt to rustle gently around her legs. It doesn't surprise her that the woman can't make her own clothes - not many people can be as awesome as she is - but the offer is quick on her lips, a chime of excitement for another potential project. [say]"I can make you something!"[/say]
She bounces again, throwing another wave despite their closer proximity. [say]"Nice to greet you, Lyra!"[/say] At the question, she gives another spinning display of sparkles and giggles. [say]"I do! I make pretty much all of them!"[/say] Save a few pieces that she's found that actually meet her standards, but even those usually require some glitter or stitches of cute creatures.
When she comes to a stop, a gust of wind blows past them, pushing smoke into her face with an aggression that has her sputtering. Air magic rises to combat the disgusting taste on her tongue, the stuff having the audacity to try shoving its way into her lungs. Smacking her lips and wrinkling her nose, Nova shakes her head, the movement throwing her blonde curls around her face. [say]"I don't know, but it's gross."[/say]
RE: river of fire - Lyra - 02-22-2026
The young woman's offer comes quickly and easily, drawing a genuine smile from Lyra. What a pleasant girl, with such lovely abilities. Not only is she a seamstress, but she seems to have some kind of magic; sparkles flow off her in waves as she spins in place, catching Lyra's eye. [say]"Wow,"[/say] she says, and means it. [say]"I'd love to have you make something for me."[/say] Gesturing to her plain, serviceable clothing, she makes a face. [say]"I'm usually not the most stylish. I work in search and rescue, so I'm out in the elements a lot."[/say]
The smoke chooses that moment to thicken, and Lyra lets out a cough, waving her hand in front of her face as though that will clear the air even incrementally. It does not. But what does have an effect is air that seems to bloom from Nova, gusting through the smoke and sending it wafting through the nearby trees. Lyra tilts her head, eyes gleaming with interest. She hasn't met many folk with magic, and she has to admit to some curiosity. [say]"That's handy,"[/say] she comments. [say]"Is it as helpful as I think it would be? Having magic, I mean?"[/say]
RE: river of fire - Nova - 02-25-2026
[say]"Sure! Just name it!"[/say] A shirt, hat, dress, pants, gloves. All of the possibilities blossom in her mind, colorful and bright in ways that lay across the woman's physique, just waiting for the word to take form. Giggling with bubbling excitement, she raises her finger between them to add helpfully, [say]"If you come by the guild, I could even make you something that won't dull!"[/say] Or wear down in the elements - but visual effects have always (unsurprisingly) been more important to Nova.
At the mention of her awesome magic, Nova seems to brighten more, a buzzing energy taking form in the air that coils around them to push away the smoke. [say]"Oh definitely! I use it for everything!"[/say] Her hand raises to display various elements and magic, a miniature world forming and dissolving within her grasp. Watching the display with unbridled pride, she doesn't stop there.
[say]"My shifts are handy too!"[/say] She lets the magic slip into oblivion, then her fingers extend into sharps claws, dark fur barely peaking from the surface of her skin.
Nova lifts her eyes to Lyra, glee shimmering in the dark blue depths as she awaits the expectant awe and wonder.
RE: river of fire - Lyra - 02-26-2026
The sound of clothing that will not dull sparks a light of excitement in Lyra's brilliant blue eyes, and she grins brightly at the thought. [say]"That would be amazing!"[/say] she exclaims, her unbridled joy present not only because of the clothing she might one day own, but because of the exuberance and pride that the young woman displays in her work. There is something to be said for doing work that one enjoys, and it's always a pleasant surprise to find such in a young person with so much zest for life.
Nova has magic in spades, it seems, and she summons a variety of elements that all blend beautifully into a display that has Lyra gasping with awe. Then the young woman shares that she has shifts, too, and Lyra raises her brows. [say]"That's quite rare, isn't it? To have magic and shifts?"[/say] The implication being, of course, that Nova must be quite special, and Lyra blessed to have met her.
The wind blows another gust of smoke into their space, and Lyra's smile dims as she coughs. [say]"I'm so sorry, Nova,"[/say] she says as she recovers. [say]"But I'm afraid I'm going to head back to the village to get out of this smoke. But I will definitely be in touch about those clothes!"[/say]
RE: river of fire - Nova - 02-27-2026
Seeming to have agreed on a future clothing commission, Nova shows off her magic like a fancy display of victory. It swirls over her hand, bright and brilliant before dissolving into claws that glint sharp in the glowing red light of the river. Pride and confidence shimmer around her, unfiltered or dimmed by the smoke billowing around them as she chimes, [say]"Yep!! I'm special!"[/say]
Although disappointed to hear Lyra has to leave so soon and miss out on all her other amazing qualities, Nova supposes she can't blame the inferior woman for being susceptible to the smoke. While her magic whips a bubble of untainted air through her blonde curls, she gives a small hop and a short wave. [say]"Okay! Bye!"[/say] Then she turns to leave, not sparing the interaction another thought beyond the fashion sketches taking form.
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