Stronger with every loss,
She can't say whether demigods are better - she feels pretty awesome - but different is a good word. A giggle flows through her smirk, ever the teasing sister even without Vesper present. "Yeah. He's extra weird." Nova says all this while perched precariously on one leg, knee deep in snow like a very strange glittering torch that's been propped there.
Hopping into the last tiny pile of melting mush, her face scrunches as she considers his suggestion seriously. "But I might ruin my outfit." She bounces out to the grass, inspecting the red tweed of her jacket, curious about whether it would hold up against the flames. Priorities and all.
Then she catches sight of the obsidian bowl and the warmth that permeates through the maze. Her eyes glitter, their blue depths reflecting the blaze as she clasps her hands behind her back, spinning to flash a blinding grin at Jack. "So, what are we doing today?" Excitement courses through her, magic already humming in anticipation.
Hopping into the last tiny pile of melting mush, her face scrunches as she considers his suggestion seriously. "But I might ruin my outfit." She bounces out to the grass, inspecting the red tweed of her jacket, curious about whether it would hold up against the flames. Priorities and all.
Then she catches sight of the obsidian bowl and the warmth that permeates through the maze. Her eyes glitter, their blue depths reflecting the blaze as she clasps her hands behind her back, spinning to flash a blinding grin at Jack. "So, what are we doing today?" Excitement courses through her, magic already humming in anticipation.
brighter with every win
Nova
