// Ther's no competition //
She beamed at the approval, her magic shining a little brighter before fading from the air. It was already planted firmly in her mind, the pattern and necessary supplies formulating in flurries of glittery schematics that seemed to reflect in the blue of her eyes. Nova practically barreled into the workroom, eager toget her hands on the materials. "Great! I'll get started on it!"
Any other thoughts or plans were buried under the cyclone of fabric, needles, and thread. She didn't need to measure, snipping away with confidence as she hummed and swirled around the room in a supernatural storm of shimmering creativity. Her brain caught momentarily on a black fabric that glittered like someone had trapped a galaxy within and she was forced to deviate from her task in order to manifest the costume that had entered her mind. But the moment the robes had taken shape, Nova was flitting back to Soh's vest, pressing designs into white leather and stitching buttons into a dark blue silk.
By the time she was done, they'd missed lunch. Not that Nova cared. The artistic energy was enough to fuel her, the bounce in her step just as buoyant when she approached Soh, hands behind her back. Only the lingering strings, suspicious levels of glitter, and slightly askew set of her curls hinted at the chaos she'd created. Still, she grinned, proud and buzzing with excitement.
"Okay! Close your eyes!" Barely waiting for her command to be followed - and not really paying attention if it was - Nova shoved the vest into Soh's space, offering it forth with a flutter of dazzling showmanship. "Ta-da!!"
Any other thoughts or plans were buried under the cyclone of fabric, needles, and thread. She didn't need to measure, snipping away with confidence as she hummed and swirled around the room in a supernatural storm of shimmering creativity. Her brain caught momentarily on a black fabric that glittered like someone had trapped a galaxy within and she was forced to deviate from her task in order to manifest the costume that had entered her mind. But the moment the robes had taken shape, Nova was flitting back to Soh's vest, pressing designs into white leather and stitching buttons into a dark blue silk.
By the time she was done, they'd missed lunch. Not that Nova cared. The artistic energy was enough to fuel her, the bounce in her step just as buoyant when she approached Soh, hands behind her back. Only the lingering strings, suspicious levels of glitter, and slightly askew set of her curls hinted at the chaos she'd created. Still, she grinned, proud and buzzing with excitement.
"Okay! Close your eyes!" Barely waiting for her command to be followed - and not really paying attention if it was - Nova shoved the vest into Soh's space, offering it forth with a flutter of dazzling showmanship. "Ta-da!!"
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
