The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
"Maybe!" It's not like Nova cares one way or another, as long as the woman is out of her way. She has work to do, and she doesn't need anyone stealing clients, least of all an old lady.
Happy to move on from the loser, she tilts her head adorably, intrigued by the idea Theea presents. She holds one up one of her lanterns, looking at it in a different light. The yellow glass nearly glows on its own, casting a ripple of golden light across the ground as she moves to place it, a hum of consideration glittering around her. "Hmm. I guess this one kind of looks like Caly, and this one is darker than the others." The second one she grabs is a blue-black fabric that ripples in the breeze, stitched with silver stars. Regardless, Nova shrugs her shoulders, dismissing the sentiments and any deeper thoughts or meanings on the matter.
Unaware that her frown had been so thoroughly analyzed, she moves a little farther down the path to hang the Caly lantern onto a branch, wind rustling leaves as it guides the glass up. She lets the praise reinflate her mood, her smile reappearing with a glittering vengeance. "I am! Although even between the three of us, I'm sure we could use a hand every now and then - if you're looking." Obviously she'd have to check with the other two, but Nova is pretty confident she can sweet talk them into letting Theea bus some tables or wash the dishes. Bouncing a little higher, she looks over her shoulder at Theea. "It'd be so much fun!"
Happy to move on from the loser, she tilts her head adorably, intrigued by the idea Theea presents. She holds one up one of her lanterns, looking at it in a different light. The yellow glass nearly glows on its own, casting a ripple of golden light across the ground as she moves to place it, a hum of consideration glittering around her. "Hmm. I guess this one kind of looks like Caly, and this one is darker than the others." The second one she grabs is a blue-black fabric that ripples in the breeze, stitched with silver stars. Regardless, Nova shrugs her shoulders, dismissing the sentiments and any deeper thoughts or meanings on the matter.
Unaware that her frown had been so thoroughly analyzed, she moves a little farther down the path to hang the Caly lantern onto a branch, wind rustling leaves as it guides the glass up. She lets the praise reinflate her mood, her smile reappearing with a glittering vengeance. "I am! Although even between the three of us, I'm sure we could use a hand every now and then - if you're looking." Obviously she'd have to check with the other two, but Nova is pretty confident she can sweet talk them into letting Theea bus some tables or wash the dishes. Bouncing a little higher, she looks over her shoulder at Theea. "It'd be so much fun!"
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