I can. I will. You better watch me.
A girls' day seems in order after everything they've been through in recent weeks. With the chaos of moving and living in limbo, Nova is eager to have a day where it's just her and Caly, where she can spoil and brighten and uplift and support in whatever way her sister needs. That means spa day. She's heard that a local Abandoned set up a random building out in the Barrows because there's a particular patch of mud that's supposedly great for the skin. Now, Nova doesn't love the idea of submerging herself in sludge, but there's not much else to do in King's End when it's all frozen over, and she thinks Caly will appreciate the experience.
"Here! I think this is it!" She rushes forward, fuzzy pink boots crunching in the ice as they reach a shack tucked among the hills and headstones. Her eyes follow the trail of steam wafting up into the overcast sky heavy with winter. Before they even reach the door, she can see the circle of warmth that melts whatever snow manages to get close, a ring of grass peeking from the edges of the wooden structure.
It's small and unassuming, only a sign labeled 'SPA' confirming that it's the right place beyond the smells of herbs and oils permeating from the space. She giggles at the sign below advertising that people 'Burrow Your Sorrows In Mud.' Looking to Caly, Nova beams a little brighter from beneath her oversized green hoodie dress. "Ready to relax?!" It's obvious she doesn't know the meaning of the word, her energy humming and her feet bouncing as she moves to the door, making no effort to be quiet in her approach.
"Here! I think this is it!" She rushes forward, fuzzy pink boots crunching in the ice as they reach a shack tucked among the hills and headstones. Her eyes follow the trail of steam wafting up into the overcast sky heavy with winter. Before they even reach the door, she can see the circle of warmth that melts whatever snow manages to get close, a ring of grass peeking from the edges of the wooden structure.
It's small and unassuming, only a sign labeled 'SPA' confirming that it's the right place beyond the smells of herbs and oils permeating from the space. She giggles at the sign below advertising that people 'Burrow Your Sorrows In Mud.' Looking to Caly, Nova beams a little brighter from beneath her oversized green hoodie dress. "Ready to relax?!" It's obvious she doesn't know the meaning of the word, her energy humming and her feet bouncing as she moves to the door, making no effort to be quiet in her approach.
Nova
