I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
The subtle praise might not be much, yet Nova beams like he's just called her the strongest hybrid in Caido. Her head tilts up, starry freckles catching the sunlight. It's an adorably proud expression that's quickly disrupted by his next word.
'Again?' She'd barely blocked that one! Her smile faulters a moment, but she doesn't have time to argue as Jack launches another blast of water her way. It comes at her differently this time, low and wide, and leaving nowhere to duck. Naive confidence is the only thing that makes her stand firm against the coming wave, face scrunched in concentration. She places her hands before her like it might change what's about to happen and pushes against the water with her own magic.
Unsurprisingly (to everyone but her), the force of her magic doesn't stand a chance against Jack's. Although she manages to decrease the force enough to stay on her feet, it crashes against her magic like a porous wall, most pushing through to soak her while the rest crests up and onto her head in a spray of water. Nova lets out a shocked gasp as the cold hits her system, standing with her shoulders nearly touching her ears and her hands dangling at her side.
Now drenched from the top down, she frowns, shaking what she can from her hands and clothes. "Well that didn't really work." Not that she knows why. She suspects a lapse in concentration or placement of her hands, because certainly she's not that weak. Her eyes turn to the captain, wondering if he may have seen where she'd gone wrong.
'Again?' She'd barely blocked that one! Her smile faulters a moment, but she doesn't have time to argue as Jack launches another blast of water her way. It comes at her differently this time, low and wide, and leaving nowhere to duck. Naive confidence is the only thing that makes her stand firm against the coming wave, face scrunched in concentration. She places her hands before her like it might change what's about to happen and pushes against the water with her own magic.
Unsurprisingly (to everyone but her), the force of her magic doesn't stand a chance against Jack's. Although she manages to decrease the force enough to stay on her feet, it crashes against her magic like a porous wall, most pushing through to soak her while the rest crests up and onto her head in a spray of water. Nova lets out a shocked gasp as the cold hits her system, standing with her shoulders nearly touching her ears and her hands dangling at her side.
Now drenched from the top down, she frowns, shaking what she can from her hands and clothes. "Well that didn't really work." Not that she knows why. She suspects a lapse in concentration or placement of her hands, because certainly she's not that weak. Her eyes turn to the captain, wondering if he may have seen where she'd gone wrong.
Nova
