When it rains, look for rainbows.
Whether it's skill or just the ningo's patience running out, Nova's paw bats the bird away from the bedpost. Her head whips to follow as it flies to the window, expecting to have a few more rounds of chase before it's disappearing to the roof beyond. She could follow in her dreambird shift, but takes the situation as a win, chest puffing as she trots away from the grouping of birds. A pleased hum flows through her mind, letting the others know of her landslide victory through a chiming, Got it!
Nova flicks her tail like she's waving to a crowd of admirers, her paws bouncing softly on the wooden floor as she does a victory lap around the room, making sure no other birds have decided to challenge her incredible powers. When she sees that all that remains are a scattering of white feathers (a white flag if she ever saw one), her curiosity leads her through the bedroom and into the bathroom, eyes scanning the wallpaper, counters, and shower curtain with quiet scrutiny.
Nova explores the bathroom and their design questionable choices.
Nova flicks her tail like she's waving to a crowd of admirers, her paws bouncing softly on the wooden floor as she does a victory lap around the room, making sure no other birds have decided to challenge her incredible powers. When she sees that all that remains are a scattering of white feathers (a white flag if she ever saw one), her curiosity leads her through the bedroom and into the bathroom, eyes scanning the wallpaper, counters, and shower curtain with quiet scrutiny.
Nova explores the bathroom and their design questionable choices.
When it's dark, look for stars.
Nova
