Stronger with every loss,
Like she's guiding a kite on an ocean breeze rather than a scorching ball of fire, Nova reaches out a hand to swing it around her body with a bright grin of delight. Curls flair and light catches the stars of her cheeks in an orange hue as she spins, the tip of her finger nearly brushing the comet before releasing it back across the firepit towards Jack with a little extra sparkle added.
The glow makes it easy to see the intrigue written across her face when she leans forward on the balls of her feet. "Really?! How many different magics do you have?!" Is it more than her? How much catching up does she have to do? She knows about the water and lightning, but he doesn't seem to use his abilities as freely as she does, and now she's curious. What other abilities might be just beneath the stoic surface?
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The glow makes it easy to see the intrigue written across her face when she leans forward on the balls of her feet. "Really?! How many different magics do you have?!" Is it more than her? How much catching up does she have to do? She knows about the water and lightning, but he doesn't seem to use his abilities as freely as she does, and now she's curious. What other abilities might be just beneath the stoic surface?
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brighter with every win
Nova
