I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Another 'compliment' to add to her list makes Nova smile, inspecting his every movement as the hail shifts back to water and into the sand. Her eyes widen, their blue depths sparkling. "Can I do that?" She's honestly never tried it before (since temperature control is mastered level), so skepticism lingers on her face, but that won't stop her next time!
She doesn't have to wait long before Jack is solidifying a layer of ice under her feet. At first, she slips in her surprise, having to have her arms dramatically to regain her balance. Once she finishes her silly dance, an idea comes to mind. Wanting to try what he'd suggested, Nova crouches for stabilization and the opportunity to place her hand on the ice's surface. She slips a little but otherwise remains upright, and her face scrunches up to concentrate, and combat against the cold that seeps into her hand. But as much as she tries and tries and tries - nothing happens. Pouting a little, she says, "I don't think it's working." Maybe she'd broken her magic?
Looking at her hands, she tries to see if she's missing something, but they look fine to her. Just to check, she pulls some water from the ocean, seeing that it moves just fine over there. It's just this dumb ice that's stumped her. Unsure what else to do, she stumbles/dances/twists/rolls off the end of the ice before standing to look at Jack with undisguised confusion, and more than a little knock in her pride. "Why can't I do it?"
She doesn't have to wait long before Jack is solidifying a layer of ice under her feet. At first, she slips in her surprise, having to have her arms dramatically to regain her balance. Once she finishes her silly dance, an idea comes to mind. Wanting to try what he'd suggested, Nova crouches for stabilization and the opportunity to place her hand on the ice's surface. She slips a little but otherwise remains upright, and her face scrunches up to concentrate, and combat against the cold that seeps into her hand. But as much as she tries and tries and tries - nothing happens. Pouting a little, she says, "I don't think it's working." Maybe she'd broken her magic?
Looking at her hands, she tries to see if she's missing something, but they look fine to her. Just to check, she pulls some water from the ocean, seeing that it moves just fine over there. It's just this dumb ice that's stumped her. Unsure what else to do, she stumbles/dances/twists/rolls off the end of the ice before standing to look at Jack with undisguised confusion, and more than a little knock in her pride. "Why can't I do it?"
Nova
