I keep stars in my pockets
wear daisies in my hair
wear daisies in my hair
Nova bounces along to form another patch of mud, glancing behind her at Colt. "I'm making sure they do it right! I specifically told them to include lots of glitter in the macarons and I'm not sure they'll put enough." No one ever does, and the seriousness that passes over her expression implies that she doesn't approve of such stingy uses of the substance.
But the negativity doesn't last long, a sparkle of snow falling around her when she tilts her head at the mention of stick horses. "Hm? Oh, those? I just have a few more touches! They'll be ready in no time!" She's already sown the heads and placed them on the wooden sticks. The last touches are the manes, and she plans to make them spectacular - glitter and ribbons and braids and color that people won't be able to pull their eyes away from. She may or may not be infusing them with some magic to make them extra special.
The cry has Nova pausing in her skips, spinning to spot the rise and fall of a colorful object. If she was shifted, her ears would perk, tail waving in bubbly curiosity. Alas, all she has are shimmers that fall around her, eyes sparkling to a dazzling blue as she speeds towards the orb.
Ice follows in her wake, cutting a path across the street for her to retrieve the prize, letting her earth and water magic lift it from the mud's grasp to her fingertips. Her grasp is delicate as she realizes what it is, admiring the array of paint around the imagery of a hot air balloon. "It looks like an egg!" Turning it in her hand, she recalls their recent alcohol induced adventures, flashing Colt a feline grin. "Should I throw it?" Nova raises her hand like she might actually attempt it - even if she has no intention of ruining such beautiful art.
Nova picks up the egg and shows Colt!
But the negativity doesn't last long, a sparkle of snow falling around her when she tilts her head at the mention of stick horses. "Hm? Oh, those? I just have a few more touches! They'll be ready in no time!" She's already sown the heads and placed them on the wooden sticks. The last touches are the manes, and she plans to make them spectacular - glitter and ribbons and braids and color that people won't be able to pull their eyes away from. She may or may not be infusing them with some magic to make them extra special.
The cry has Nova pausing in her skips, spinning to spot the rise and fall of a colorful object. If she was shifted, her ears would perk, tail waving in bubbly curiosity. Alas, all she has are shimmers that fall around her, eyes sparkling to a dazzling blue as she speeds towards the orb.
Ice follows in her wake, cutting a path across the street for her to retrieve the prize, letting her earth and water magic lift it from the mud's grasp to her fingertips. Her grasp is delicate as she realizes what it is, admiring the array of paint around the imagery of a hot air balloon. "It looks like an egg!" Turning it in her hand, she recalls their recent alcohol induced adventures, flashing Colt a feline grin. "Should I throw it?" Nova raises her hand like she might actually attempt it - even if she has no intention of ruining such beautiful art.
Nova picks up the egg and shows Colt!
Nova
but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart
and take you everywhere
and take you everywhere
