The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
Jack's approval of her choice is like an explosion of glittering stars in her mind, reflected in the blue of her eyes. She lets out a giggle as the ice shifts and molds with his own magic, pushing and pulling in a game of territory and strength. It's hard to tell who wins in the end (at least to Nova), but he's the one who breaks the contact, and she feels a swell of pride in her chest.
It's interrupted by the way she recoils at his next evaluation. Her hand drops indelicately to her side, her mouth gaping indignantly. "A few years?! I'll be old by then!" Maybe even as old as Jack. She might even have grey hair by then! Although she can't deny that grey hair goes with every color...
Still, Nova frowns, crossing her arms with a mix of stubborn disbelief and determination. "It can't take that long!" Not that she'll admit that she has room for improvement, but she asks, "Isn't there a faster way?"
It's interrupted by the way she recoils at his next evaluation. Her hand drops indelicately to her side, her mouth gaping indignantly. "A few years?! I'll be old by then!" Maybe even as old as Jack. She might even have grey hair by then! Although she can't deny that grey hair goes with every color...
Still, Nova frowns, crossing her arms with a mix of stubborn disbelief and determination. "It can't take that long!" Not that she'll admit that she has room for improvement, but she asks, "Isn't there a faster way?"
Nova
