Nova
Blue eyes searched for the source of the voice, faintly recognizing a confident swagger making its way towards her. She wasn't sure bribing mud was going to work, but she refused to move on from her spot without solving her problem, and she didn't think asking could hurt anything.
Lowering her eyes, the pout of her lips deepened with more annoyance than disappointment, scrunching her features adorably at the mud. Her voice was sweet, a whine in her tone as she asked, "Please?" What Callum couldn't see was the threatening push of her magic against the spots, offering to light her dress on fire if it meant fixing the stains - as much of a bribe as it was going to get.
Luckily, for everyone involved (dress included). the globules picked that moment to find somewhere better to be. Hopping off the yellow fabric, Nova watched the mud sink into the section beneath her feet, disappearing back into the undistinguishable mass of muck. That didn't mean she let her guard down. Her eyes were glued to the ground, not even flickering up as she toed the substance with the toe of her boot. "What was your name again? Justin? Alec? Drake?" None of them seemed to fit the bulky man, and when the specks of mud didn't immediately reclaim their positions on her dress, Nova glanced up at him, head tilting and eyes narrowing like she's trying to read the name written on his forehead. "Brent?" They hadn't spent more than a few hours together, but she could have sworn he'd mentioned a name. It just hadn't been bedazzled and laminated in her brain.
Lowering her eyes, the pout of her lips deepened with more annoyance than disappointment, scrunching her features adorably at the mud. Her voice was sweet, a whine in her tone as she asked, "Please?" What Callum couldn't see was the threatening push of her magic against the spots, offering to light her dress on fire if it meant fixing the stains - as much of a bribe as it was going to get.
Luckily, for everyone involved (dress included). the globules picked that moment to find somewhere better to be. Hopping off the yellow fabric, Nova watched the mud sink into the section beneath her feet, disappearing back into the undistinguishable mass of muck. That didn't mean she let her guard down. Her eyes were glued to the ground, not even flickering up as she toed the substance with the toe of her boot. "What was your name again? Justin? Alec? Drake?" None of them seemed to fit the bulky man, and when the specks of mud didn't immediately reclaim their positions on her dress, Nova glanced up at him, head tilting and eyes narrowing like she's trying to read the name written on his forehead. "Brent?" They hadn't spent more than a few hours together, but she could have sworn he'd mentioned a name. It just hadn't been bedazzled and laminated in her brain.
- Smile - sparkle -
- Shine -
