Noah's willingness to answer each and every question immediately gained him a few points in her glittery book, although his last admission certainly had her blinking. "Oh." The topic of grief and loss wasn't something she was overly familiar with. She'd never met Seren, and her family seemed indestructible in her mind, so she couldn't relate to anything he might be feeling. Interactions told her that it wasn't a happy topic, but she didn't know the words to say or what society deemed 'appropriate' (not like she ever cared about that anyways), so she straightened and latched onto another part of what he'd said, finding the light. "How old are your children? Maybe we can be friends!"
Her giggle followed her, as light and free as the breeze brushing her cheeks as she rambled through ideas. She didn't quite dim at his gentle corrections and suggestions, but she honed her thoughts a little tighter, the contemplation evident in the scrunch of her features. Despite the desire to make something large and gawdy and all Safrin, he was right in that she'd need to consider the terrain. It wouldn't do for the creation to fall apart or crack or - gods-forbid - dull. So she took his advice in stride, nodding her head like a regent entertaining the tolerated musings of her older, boring-er council.
Then, like a small starburst, Nova clapped her hands, satisfied with the decisions. "Sounds good to me! Let's get started!" She beamed a smile at Noah, her magic already flooding to the surface in a gentle shimmer that needed only the tiniest bit of direction. And when he agreed, she would unleash it, grasping at materials while others formed seamlessly into existence, twirling and weaving amongst each other as the fountain began to form in the decided place. When a part became cloudy or uncertain, Nova would stick her tongue out, concentration coming over her features before the magic would settle again, moving on to the next section that needed attention.
Her giggle followed her, as light and free as the breeze brushing her cheeks as she rambled through ideas. She didn't quite dim at his gentle corrections and suggestions, but she honed her thoughts a little tighter, the contemplation evident in the scrunch of her features. Despite the desire to make something large and gawdy and all Safrin, he was right in that she'd need to consider the terrain. It wouldn't do for the creation to fall apart or crack or - gods-forbid - dull. So she took his advice in stride, nodding her head like a regent entertaining the tolerated musings of her older, boring-er council.
Then, like a small starburst, Nova clapped her hands, satisfied with the decisions. "Sounds good to me! Let's get started!" She beamed a smile at Noah, her magic already flooding to the surface in a gentle shimmer that needed only the tiniest bit of direction. And when he agreed, she would unleash it, grasping at materials while others formed seamlessly into existence, twirling and weaving amongst each other as the fountain began to form in the decided place. When a part became cloudy or uncertain, Nova would stick her tongue out, concentration coming over her features before the magic would settle again, moving on to the next section that needed attention.
Nova
It's so fluffy I could die!
