Nova
She might not have gotten all of the game's rules, but she's pretty sure it ends when the person spells the word, and 'GLITTER HORSE' has a lot of letters, making her laugh. "Won't that take forever?" As long as none of the customers mind their bartender being otherwise occupied or getting too drunk to stand, Nova's not opposed to the idea.
Although Colt's next suggesting is one that she knows she approves of. Giggling, she sets down her drink to clap her hands together, spinning around again. "Oooh. I like that idea! I'd already been planning to braid sparkly threads into his mane and paint glittery stars on his flank, but I'll add that to the list." And if Vesper isn't a blinding display of glittery light by the end, she'll have considered it a failure. More than excited for another opportunity to show off, she adds, "Do you think you'll do another rodeo soon?"
Full of misplaced confidence and optimism, Nova takes the knife from Colt in the grip she'd shown her. "My pleasure!" She squares up with the dartboard in a tiny flurry of sparkles, her tongue sticking out as she concentrates on the center before lobbing the knife at the board. As expected by everyone except Nova, the handle knocks against the wood and falls to the ground with a disappointing thud.
She pauses, looking at the fallen blade with an adorable expression of disappointment in the weapon. "I think your knife is broken."
Although Colt's next suggesting is one that she knows she approves of. Giggling, she sets down her drink to clap her hands together, spinning around again. "Oooh. I like that idea! I'd already been planning to braid sparkly threads into his mane and paint glittery stars on his flank, but I'll add that to the list." And if Vesper isn't a blinding display of glittery light by the end, she'll have considered it a failure. More than excited for another opportunity to show off, she adds, "Do you think you'll do another rodeo soon?"
Full of misplaced confidence and optimism, Nova takes the knife from Colt in the grip she'd shown her. "My pleasure!" She squares up with the dartboard in a tiny flurry of sparkles, her tongue sticking out as she concentrates on the center before lobbing the knife at the board. As expected by everyone except Nova, the handle knocks against the wood and falls to the ground with a disappointing thud.
She pauses, looking at the fallen blade with an adorable expression of disappointment in the weapon. "I think your knife is broken."
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
