Nova
Nova looks up from her efforts to sink the ice deeper towards the core of Caido, reinspecting the frozen flowers chilling her fingers. This man doesn't seem like the smartest - she did just see him flailing his arms like a discombobulated windmill - but he might just have a point. The sharp edges and clear ice do look like glass, shining like the flowers are encased in diamonds. It makes the petals look larger, their delicate shimmering and velvety beauty protected from the world, captured like a moment in time.
They do look kind of pretty.
Humming, Nova rotates them in her hands with a concentrated pout on her lips. "I gueeeess." The doubt in her tone twinkles like glitter beneath the surface, although the idea becomes more appealing the longer she looks at them. Her mom does like shiny things after all, and she kind of made these, so that has to count for something...
A sudden glimmer of gold becomes the focus of her attention, noticing the dragon for the first time with a small gasp. "Oh! You're so cu~te!" Her sparkling giggle follows as he slides across the icy path, concerns mostly forgotten in the blink of an eye. "Here. Let me fix that." She waves a hand over the space, brown emerging as the blue evaporates into the air.
Worried the mud might rise again, Nova follows her release of ice with a mixture of fire and earth, drying and solidifying the material until it nearly cracks, firming beneath her feet. The only ice that remains shimmers around the flowers held delicately in her hand, rivaled by the bright smile she flashes. Her magic continues to spread outward as she gives a small bounce, looking to the dragon. "There! That should be better." Crouching closer, Nova points a finger at his golden exterior, letting the mud's feeble resistance fade to the background. "Can I take a few of your scales? They're so pretty, and I'd love to incorporate them in an outfit for my sister!"
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They do look kind of pretty.
Humming, Nova rotates them in her hands with a concentrated pout on her lips. "I gueeeess." The doubt in her tone twinkles like glitter beneath the surface, although the idea becomes more appealing the longer she looks at them. Her mom does like shiny things after all, and she kind of made these, so that has to count for something...
A sudden glimmer of gold becomes the focus of her attention, noticing the dragon for the first time with a small gasp. "Oh! You're so cu~te!" Her sparkling giggle follows as he slides across the icy path, concerns mostly forgotten in the blink of an eye. "Here. Let me fix that." She waves a hand over the space, brown emerging as the blue evaporates into the air.
Worried the mud might rise again, Nova follows her release of ice with a mixture of fire and earth, drying and solidifying the material until it nearly cracks, firming beneath her feet. The only ice that remains shimmers around the flowers held delicately in her hand, rivaled by the bright smile she flashes. Her magic continues to spread outward as she gives a small bounce, looking to the dragon. "There! That should be better." Crouching closer, Nova points a finger at his golden exterior, letting the mud's feeble resistance fade to the background. "Can I take a few of your scales? They're so pretty, and I'd love to incorporate them in an outfit for my sister!"
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There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
