Nova
Shrugging her shoulders - mainly because she doesn't get it - Nova accepts Colt's random rules, ready to learn along the way.
Mentions of a shiny, prancing Vesper are much more interesting anyways, and she beams at the next suggestion. "That sounds so cool! I might have to catch him while he's sleeping for that one... he's pretty protective of his hair..." She mutters the last part, chaos wheels already spinning behind her eyes as she props her elbow and taps a thoughtful finger to her lips. For the fashion and the look, she's more than willing to cause a little mischief. Unfortunately for Colt, Vesper with know exactly where the idea originated.
But without the prospect of a rodeo anytime soon - much to her disappointment - she considers Colt's other offer. Most people who have trained or worked with Nova know that she hates the word 'practice.' It makes her think of long, grueling hours that people who aren't already good at something have to do, and since she's naturally good at everything, she's excluded from such mundane activities. "'Practice' is boring, but maybe I'll come play with your horses some time - if Vespy's too busy."
A small pout comes to her face at the accusation that it's her board that's the problem. She deadpans, inspecting the glittering rainbow panels. "No. I've seen people use it before and it works just fine." But then Colt's landing the exact same hit she did, and her eyes blink. Still a little confused on the rules, Nova's face pinches adorably, her head tilting like a curious cat. "Does that mean I have to take a drink? And do you get a letter or something?" And had there been mention of shots? She's not sure.
Whatever the case, it's apparently her turn now. Wondering if the point is to match all aspects of the throw, Nova retrieves the knife and tries her best to remember every movement Colt had made. Her hand shifts to tilt the blade before she leans forward to hop on one leg, then releases the knife towards the board. It hits on the long part of the blade this time, surprisingly close to where Colt's had struck - but still falling to the ground.
Nova's eyes narrow, her arms coming up to cross in obvious annoyance. "I don't think I like this game."
Mentions of a shiny, prancing Vesper are much more interesting anyways, and she beams at the next suggestion. "That sounds so cool! I might have to catch him while he's sleeping for that one... he's pretty protective of his hair..." She mutters the last part, chaos wheels already spinning behind her eyes as she props her elbow and taps a thoughtful finger to her lips. For the fashion and the look, she's more than willing to cause a little mischief. Unfortunately for Colt, Vesper with know exactly where the idea originated.
But without the prospect of a rodeo anytime soon - much to her disappointment - she considers Colt's other offer. Most people who have trained or worked with Nova know that she hates the word 'practice.' It makes her think of long, grueling hours that people who aren't already good at something have to do, and since she's naturally good at everything, she's excluded from such mundane activities. "'Practice' is boring, but maybe I'll come play with your horses some time - if Vespy's too busy."
A small pout comes to her face at the accusation that it's her board that's the problem. She deadpans, inspecting the glittering rainbow panels. "No. I've seen people use it before and it works just fine." But then Colt's landing the exact same hit she did, and her eyes blink. Still a little confused on the rules, Nova's face pinches adorably, her head tilting like a curious cat. "Does that mean I have to take a drink? And do you get a letter or something?" And had there been mention of shots? She's not sure.
Whatever the case, it's apparently her turn now. Wondering if the point is to match all aspects of the throw, Nova retrieves the knife and tries her best to remember every movement Colt had made. Her hand shifts to tilt the blade before she leans forward to hop on one leg, then releases the knife towards the board. It hits on the long part of the blade this time, surprisingly close to where Colt's had struck - but still falling to the ground.
Nova's eyes narrow, her arms coming up to cross in obvious annoyance. "I don't think I like this game."
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
