Without passion you don't have energy,
Did someone mention COFFEE? Nova follows Vesper's lead in snagging a cup from the table. Her first sip is too bitter and nasty, but after giving the liquid a good 50/50 ratio of coffee to sugar, the bean juice pleases her immensely. She can already feel the caffeine hitting her system by the time their trapsing through the sand, hence the skipping and kicking and barefoot delight.
Nova snatches the bag from Vespy, always happy to collect different things, especially ones with pretty designs and colors. "Okay! The pretty ones are the lucky ones! Do you know why?" Per usual, she doesn't wait for an answer, her speech already starting to ramble with the coffee. "Because we're picking them! And we only pick the best, so they're lucky we picked them!" Obviously.
Holding her drink in one hand and the bag in her other, Nova searches the sands for whatever catches her eyes. When a shimmery alabaster shell peaks from the sands, she uses her air magic to float it into the bag, spinning fast enough to make her red and white striped dress flare around her legs. "Oooh. Even more trouble? I want to find ALL the trouble! Although Hadama's only ever sounded stern with me once and that was when I got close to those ugly purple flowers - I guess that one might have been for my own good. He doesn't seem to be the kind who cares much about what we get up to though. If anything, he must think we're so fun!" She lets out a loud giggle, thoughts spinning and jumping chaotically around him mind. In a split flutter of a thought, she's jumping up to splash in the shallow water that laps at their ankles. Her water magic swirls around her legs, snagging at a tiny purplish brown conch shell as she matches her brother's smirk with something brighter and sparkling.
Nova snatches the bag from Vespy, always happy to collect different things, especially ones with pretty designs and colors. "Okay! The pretty ones are the lucky ones! Do you know why?" Per usual, she doesn't wait for an answer, her speech already starting to ramble with the coffee. "Because we're picking them! And we only pick the best, so they're lucky we picked them!" Obviously.
Holding her drink in one hand and the bag in her other, Nova searches the sands for whatever catches her eyes. When a shimmery alabaster shell peaks from the sands, she uses her air magic to float it into the bag, spinning fast enough to make her red and white striped dress flare around her legs. "Oooh. Even more trouble? I want to find ALL the trouble! Although Hadama's only ever sounded stern with me once and that was when I got close to those ugly purple flowers - I guess that one might have been for my own good. He doesn't seem to be the kind who cares much about what we get up to though. If anything, he must think we're so fun!" She lets out a loud giggle, thoughts spinning and jumping chaotically around him mind. In a split flutter of a thought, she's jumping up to splash in the shallow water that laps at their ankles. Her water magic swirls around her legs, snagging at a tiny purplish brown conch shell as she matches her brother's smirk with something brighter and sparkling.
Without energy you have nothing.
Nova
