I keep stars in my pockets
wear daisies in my hair
wear daisies in my hair
Flicking a piece of hair from her face, she lets out a playful giggle. "Crisweeper Columbus is the magic broom I made for Jack! He sweeps the decks of the Ark!" (and goes where no broom has dared go before) Of course it's something everyone should already know. In the short time Crisweeper has existed, Nova assumes he's already made quite the name for himself amongst the crew and beyond.
Unfortunately for Colt, Nova is fixated on the matching shirt aspect of the conversation; so the digging and complete oblivion continue, the vibrant hybrid shrugging her shoulders at the question. "Oh, I know Vespy will," her voice implies that it's not a matter of 'choice' for him, "but none of the others. It's so annoying!" Her lips pout, brows furrowing. "Maybe next time I see Vespy, I'll have him make them wear the shirts." She nods her head like the scheme is decided, already running through how they'll strong-arm the crew into putting on her creations - glitter and all.
On the bright side, no coaxing or scheming is required for coffee, and Nova bounces a little higher to hear the enthusiasm. "Right?! Caly came up with it!" The illusion fades away, leaving her to spin, arms thrown wide like she's embracing the town (or claiming it). "Yep! It's the perfect place! Cute and cozy!" There's also the added benefit of no Floras or Kaisels.
Hearing the horse's disapproval before Colt's, Nova turns to look. The ground cracks open, inching back towards the pair like it might stop them from reclaiming the road. "Behave!" It's more a command for the mud, but she also glances at the horse as her foot stamps the ground, magic stretching out like an explosion of shimmering blades to take hold of the goopy substance trying to break through.
Her head tilts up, a huff of breath ruffling her hair as she grins at Colt. "There!" Then she spins, humming to herself and proceeding down the street.
Unfortunately for Colt, Nova is fixated on the matching shirt aspect of the conversation; so the digging and complete oblivion continue, the vibrant hybrid shrugging her shoulders at the question. "Oh, I know Vespy will," her voice implies that it's not a matter of 'choice' for him, "but none of the others. It's so annoying!" Her lips pout, brows furrowing. "Maybe next time I see Vespy, I'll have him make them wear the shirts." She nods her head like the scheme is decided, already running through how they'll strong-arm the crew into putting on her creations - glitter and all.
On the bright side, no coaxing or scheming is required for coffee, and Nova bounces a little higher to hear the enthusiasm. "Right?! Caly came up with it!" The illusion fades away, leaving her to spin, arms thrown wide like she's embracing the town (or claiming it). "Yep! It's the perfect place! Cute and cozy!" There's also the added benefit of no Floras or Kaisels.
Hearing the horse's disapproval before Colt's, Nova turns to look. The ground cracks open, inching back towards the pair like it might stop them from reclaiming the road. "Behave!" It's more a command for the mud, but she also glances at the horse as her foot stamps the ground, magic stretching out like an explosion of shimmering blades to take hold of the goopy substance trying to break through.
Her head tilts up, a huff of breath ruffling her hair as she grins at Colt. "There!" Then she spins, humming to herself and proceeding down the street.
Nova
but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart
and take you everywhere
and take you everywhere
