Nova
Unfortunately for Colt, Vesper is out doing gods know what with gods know who, and Nova makes it a point not to know what he's up to nowadays, considering the answers usually make her want to gag. Even Caly isn't here, out negotiating with a new set of vendors while the bar is left in Nova's very questionable capable hands.
The clientele is starting to adjust to the drastic shift in bartenders, knowing that when the colorful sibling is behind the bar, their drinks will be as sparkly as they are delicious (now that she's getting the hang of liquors and recipes and all that jazz). Even the beers wind up with some sort of glitter crusted lime on them, followed by a shimmering giggle as she leaves the table - not that they seem to mind anymore. The drinks are strong and the service is faster than the flutter of a hummingbird's wings. Throw in the fact that she likes a good barfight and manages to brighten the mood with a blinding smile, and people continue to fill the space on her siblings' off days.
Today isn't too busy - only a few of the regulars tucked into corners in the early afternoon - so Nova entertains herself with doodles and sketches behind the bar, messing around with her creation magic to make rudimentary models of whatever she's designed. She's just made a very vague figure of a new hat with feathers and colorful prints when the door swings open. It draws her attention with all the excitement of a new customer to pester serve, her blonde and green curls bouncing around her face to accent the teal and lilac ombre of her dress. The silver hairpin her brother had gotten her is tucked into the strands so that the sparkling crescent moon can match the white stars and moon phases stitched into the fabric of her dress.
Nova adjusts the long, billowy sleeves as the familiar woman approaches, bouncing to lean against the wood of the bar. "Colt, right? Your rodeo was so much fun! Were you looking for Vespy?" Her smile is bright and knowing, followed by a giggle that twinkles like the stars that form behind the eyes after a solid punch. "He's out right now, but can I get you a drink? I've been working on a new concoction! I call it 'Snap and Grab.' It's got ginger and apple flavors in it!" She could probably babble on, but Nova takes a small breath, tilting her head adorably in hopes Colt might be willing to give it a try.
The clientele is starting to adjust to the drastic shift in bartenders, knowing that when the colorful sibling is behind the bar, their drinks will be as sparkly as they are delicious (now that she's getting the hang of liquors and recipes and all that jazz). Even the beers wind up with some sort of glitter crusted lime on them, followed by a shimmering giggle as she leaves the table - not that they seem to mind anymore. The drinks are strong and the service is faster than the flutter of a hummingbird's wings. Throw in the fact that she likes a good barfight and manages to brighten the mood with a blinding smile, and people continue to fill the space on her siblings' off days.
Today isn't too busy - only a few of the regulars tucked into corners in the early afternoon - so Nova entertains herself with doodles and sketches behind the bar, messing around with her creation magic to make rudimentary models of whatever she's designed. She's just made a very vague figure of a new hat with feathers and colorful prints when the door swings open. It draws her attention with all the excitement of a new customer to pester serve, her blonde and green curls bouncing around her face to accent the teal and lilac ombre of her dress. The silver hairpin her brother had gotten her is tucked into the strands so that the sparkling crescent moon can match the white stars and moon phases stitched into the fabric of her dress.
Nova adjusts the long, billowy sleeves as the familiar woman approaches, bouncing to lean against the wood of the bar. "Colt, right? Your rodeo was so much fun! Were you looking for Vespy?" Her smile is bright and knowing, followed by a giggle that twinkles like the stars that form behind the eyes after a solid punch. "He's out right now, but can I get you a drink? I've been working on a new concoction! I call it 'Snap and Grab.' It's got ginger and apple flavors in it!" She could probably babble on, but Nova takes a small breath, tilting her head adorably in hopes Colt might be willing to give it a try.
It is impossible for light not to get noticed,
especially in the dark.
Light can devour the darkness
but darkness cannot consume the light
especially in the dark.
Light can devour the darkness
but darkness cannot consume the light
