The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
His question makes her laugh, as if the answer is obvious. "Well, now you can see how my magic's coming along!" Not that it's the only reason she likes having Jack back (he's more fun than she'd thought the oh-so-serious captain would be), but they're common connection with magic certainly gives her a reason to seek his approval.
Without a second thought, Nova accepts the rum, a blinding smile on her face as she bounces. "I think I've almost got the ice mastered!" Where her hand holds the cup, a light frosting of ice crystallizes over the side, sparkling in the sunlight as it already starts to melt. She flashes him a bright grin, holding it up for him to observe the cold rum before she takes a sip. Her face immediately scrunches at the taste, not having expected the hard alcohol to burn so much. It sears her throat and makes her tongue come out as if the sunlight and ocean breeze might carry away the nastiness.
She's about to hand it back to Jack, but, suddenly the flavor is shifting in her mouth, turning sweet with hints of vanilla and coconut. Her eyebrows raise, lifting the cup to try the cold drink again. Similar to the first, the rum burns and assaults her senses on impact, however, it's less intense this time and the sweetness feels stronger, making her hum and smack her lips with surprise. "This is pretty good." No longer interested in handing it back, she returns her attentions to the fight.
Nova likes giggles, although shits aren't something she particularly cares for. Regardless, she thinks she can understand why they might find the fighting fun, and she smiles as the crew encourages the smaller man ('Murph' apparently) to finish the job. Her eyes scan him and his unassuming figure. She shouldn't be one to judge size or looks, but she stills says casually, "He doesn't look that scary." It's followed with the thought of, 'I bet I could beat him.' At least with magic and shifts.
Without a second thought, Nova accepts the rum, a blinding smile on her face as she bounces. "I think I've almost got the ice mastered!" Where her hand holds the cup, a light frosting of ice crystallizes over the side, sparkling in the sunlight as it already starts to melt. She flashes him a bright grin, holding it up for him to observe the cold rum before she takes a sip. Her face immediately scrunches at the taste, not having expected the hard alcohol to burn so much. It sears her throat and makes her tongue come out as if the sunlight and ocean breeze might carry away the nastiness.
She's about to hand it back to Jack, but, suddenly the flavor is shifting in her mouth, turning sweet with hints of vanilla and coconut. Her eyebrows raise, lifting the cup to try the cold drink again. Similar to the first, the rum burns and assaults her senses on impact, however, it's less intense this time and the sweetness feels stronger, making her hum and smack her lips with surprise. "This is pretty good." No longer interested in handing it back, she returns her attentions to the fight.
Nova likes giggles, although shits aren't something she particularly cares for. Regardless, she thinks she can understand why they might find the fighting fun, and she smiles as the crew encourages the smaller man ('Murph' apparently) to finish the job. Her eyes scan him and his unassuming figure. She shouldn't be one to judge size or looks, but she stills says casually, "He doesn't look that scary." It's followed with the thought of, 'I bet I could beat him.' At least with magic and shifts.
Nova
