// Ther's no competition //
Nova has ridden exactly one horse in her entire life (her brother) but that doesn't mean she's any less excited to hang out with Caly and Beans. The alcohol thrums in her veins, magic humming just beneath her skin as she rambles about whatever colorful topic comes to mind. She's practically a furnace to keep them warm and the white noise to block out any sadness that threatens to ruin their night, fully distracted by braiding the mane in front of her and listening to the crunching clop of hooves in snow.
She whoops at Colt's announcement, looking at the brothel with wide, curious eyes that are just slightly unfocused from the liquor working through her system. Her peach and blonde hair twirls around her head as she looks to her sister, nodding emphatically to the statement. "Ooooh, right right. We can't have too much fun - unless we also find a way to remind everyone that our mom's better than Frey." The mischievous glint in her eyes suggests she already has a few ideas.
Giggling, she hops down from the horse just as Colt has a chance to grab his reins, bouncing to regain her footing amongst the snow. She spins, grinning at the horse in her bedazzled pink and yellow jumpsuit with party sleeves. "Thanks, Beans! You're a great conf-coner-confler-" she pouts at the way the syllables catch on her glittered lip gloss, deciding to abandon the fancy word with a flick of her hair "talker!"
She whoops at Colt's announcement, looking at the brothel with wide, curious eyes that are just slightly unfocused from the liquor working through her system. Her peach and blonde hair twirls around her head as she looks to her sister, nodding emphatically to the statement. "Ooooh, right right. We can't have too much fun - unless we also find a way to remind everyone that our mom's better than Frey." The mischievous glint in her eyes suggests she already has a few ideas.
Giggling, she hops down from the horse just as Colt has a chance to grab his reins, bouncing to regain her footing amongst the snow. She spins, grinning at the horse in her bedazzled pink and yellow jumpsuit with party sleeves. "Thanks, Beans! You're a great conf-coner-confler-" she pouts at the way the syllables catch on her glittered lip gloss, deciding to abandon the fancy word with a flick of her hair "talker!"
Nova
// because nobody can be me //
