[SE] 'Til we see the sunlight

// Live fast, die young, //

Nova's heard that there's going to be a party, and if there's anything she loves almost as much as glitter, it's a party. She rushes back from Torchline on the first skyship, racing home to make sure the preparations are good enough for her standards. If they're going to celebrate, they're going to do it right. 

The Sunbean has already offered to set up a stand for the festivities, and Nova walks around the town in search of the perfect spot. She carries a bundle of decorations in her arms, shimmering and colorful designs threatening to tumble across the snow like the glittery entrails of a large beast. But Nova keeps them close to her chest, grinning wide in excitement for the preparation. 

People mill around her, setting up pits for bonfires and other various stands. She even spies people on the surrounding hills, charting and illuminating paths for walking and sleds to enjoy the snow despite the darkness of the last two weeks. Perhaps she'll give them a hand once she drops of her own supplies, certain her magic will make it look even better.

Nova

// leave a good looking corpse //

the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole

There is going to be a party. And for that, Sunjata’s neck deep in the cold, helping shovel and move snow out of the way to make sure the main stretch and the arterial alleys of New Haven are free from anything slick. A crew of the townsfolk are helping spread some salt to keep the ice from forming as well, and he hopes that that’ll be enough to keep the snow from piling on in the meantime before LongNight starts.

People flit around, putting bonfires up and ensuring the torches are clear enough to be used and as Sunjata works to push more of the snow out of the way to accommodate a bigger section for sitting and allocating the spot for the stands, he spies Nova drifting about, arms laden with preparation and designs. “Hey! Getting ready for the party?” He calls out to her, stepping away from the awning he’s working on attaching to flash her a grin and a nod to the items in her hands.

the flood

and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below

totally sniped from odd ilu

// Live fast, die young, //

When she turns, a bundle of streamers catches the wind, flying into her face with an annoying slap that baffles her for a moment. She pushes air out forcefully between her lips with sputtering frustration, shaking her head to clear the decoration from her sight so she can see who called her, but the Deepfrost wind seems determined to blind her. 

With a final little push of air magic, she spots a tall man approaching, his familiar face bringing a smile to hers. The bounce of her glittery form - covered in weird colorful streamers and tangly decorations like a strange tentacled monster - is as friendly as any wave, a greeting with her entire body and the magic it contains. "Hi Sunjata!! I am! Are you?"

Nova

// leave a good looking corpse //

the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole

He watches the streamers as they begin to flap around with a rogue burst of wind, blinding her from him for a brief moment and it takes everything in him to not laugh at the audacity of the decorations. Stepping closer to her to greet her more officially, he nods to her question. “Yup! Getting the awnings ready. You need any help?” He asks, gesturing to the pile of things in her hands.

Luckily for her, he’s pretty tall and able to reach all the high spaces in case she needed an extra boost. But for emphasis, he does hook his thumb back toward the awning he’d just set up, glancing back over his shoulder at it to make sure it was staying in the cool breeze that flits through.

the flood

and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below

totally sniped from odd ilu