Nova
She wasn't fragile like a flower.
Nova releases her tight hold on Caly to tilt her head at Vesper. "Maybe not 'perky,' but certainly pretty." She stretches up to ruffle her brother's hair with a giggle as she grabs her own materials from the assortment of bags in his hands. When she spins around, her skirt gives her the image of a blurring tornado sucking up a rainbow. It inspires Nova with the perfect idea of where to start on the protection of their home: Rigging the flower boxes to explode in a cloud of rainbow paint powder if anyone attempts to open the windows from the outside. With her mind made up, she flits out of the house, humming as the mechanism formulates in her mind.
It takes her an impressively short time to get the trap situated, and anyone unfortunate enough to tamper with the window clasp would find their outfit (and face) fashionably redesigned and possibly rearranged with a wide array of bright colors. If they weren't immediately caught by the Marin triplets (which seemed unlikely), they'd have about a week to find the person with unnaturally dyed skin. Just the thought has her giggling again, gliding into the house on hopeful wishes of break-ins to check on her siblings' progress. "How are things going? Almost done?"
It takes her an impressively short time to get the trap situated, and anyone unfortunate enough to tamper with the window clasp would find their outfit (and face) fashionably redesigned and possibly rearranged with a wide array of bright colors. If they weren't immediately caught by the Marin triplets (which seemed unlikely), they'd have about a week to find the person with unnaturally dyed skin. Just the thought has her giggling again, gliding into the house on hopeful wishes of break-ins to check on her siblings' progress. "How are things going? Almost done?"
She was fragile like a bomb.
