Nova
Mid-tantrum, Nova whips her head around to find a man nearby, waving his arms so flippantly that she wonders if he's having a stroke. It doesn't matter to her if he is, her frustration causes hair to flare around her face in a blur of orange and sparkles. The scrunch of her face is apparent despite their distance, feeling ready to snap with how nothing seems to be going her way.
"No! These were supposed to be a gift for my mom and look what the mud did to them!!" 'The mud' being her lack of consideration - not that she'll admit it. Regardless, she raises the ice-covered flowers to show the man what has become of her beautiful bouquet, more ice stabbing into the ground when she stomps her cherry boot against the pressure attempting to press against her ice. A feline growl rumbles from her chest while her magic digs deeper into the mud, a low keening squelch sounding very similar to a death thro. "Stupid mud!"
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"No! These were supposed to be a gift for my mom and look what the mud did to them!!" 'The mud' being her lack of consideration - not that she'll admit it. Regardless, she raises the ice-covered flowers to show the man what has become of her beautiful bouquet, more ice stabbing into the ground when she stomps her cherry boot against the pressure attempting to press against her ice. A feline growl rumbles from her chest while her magic digs deeper into the mud, a low keening squelch sounding very similar to a death thro. "Stupid mud!"
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There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
