Stronger with every loss,
She glances back at Jack, having hopped with one foot into a bank of snow, looking very much like a figure skater with her arms spread and one leg behind her. "Really?! I was here with Vespy before, but didn't notice anything." Nova spins, sparkles falling off the glittered red tweed jacket she wears, the puffed cream scarf fluffing out her orange scattered blonde curls.
Then she leaps to the next patch of shimmering snow, the kittens on her boots sinking beneath its surface. She giggles when light refracts on the snowflakes, drawing them closer to the center and their ultimate destination. But despite the innate feeling that they're getting closer, her magic doesn't feel any different, even with her paying attention now. "How would we know?" It usually flows freely like a bubbling creek of power that occasionally laps at the banks of her skin, manifesting in flecks of starlight and ice crystals, and for the moment, it sings the same as it always does, like glitter and chaos.
Then she leaps to the next patch of shimmering snow, the kittens on her boots sinking beneath its surface. She giggles when light refracts on the snowflakes, drawing them closer to the center and their ultimate destination. But despite the innate feeling that they're getting closer, her magic doesn't feel any different, even with her paying attention now. "How would we know?" It usually flows freely like a bubbling creek of power that occasionally laps at the banks of her skin, manifesting in flecks of starlight and ice crystals, and for the moment, it sings the same as it always does, like glitter and chaos.
brighter with every win
Nova
