If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
She trots proudly up, her muzzle a little too bloody for the bundle of hares she brings. Can anyone blame her though? She was hungry, and when the food is literally sitting in her mouth... Well, the group can do with one less rabbit.
Depositing the bundle for Mikey to deal with, Nova shifts back, soaking in the praise with preening giggles and a flourish of sparkles that flow through the group easily. She offers winks, laughter, and shoulder bumps freely as she mingles, sharing in the teasing mood and cozy stories. Her own tales ramble, dramatized by fashion thieves and abhorrent outfits that are eventually saved by her own power and brilliance.
It's only when Colt calls for sleep that Nova pauses in her stories, instead fixating on the pointed warning Hank had received. "Ooh ooh! You have to tell one! I'll scare away the bad dreams tonight!" And whether he chooses to indulge her or not, she perches in her colorful bird shift, six wings tucked close as she shares in the pleasant dreams flowing from her.
Unfortunately, when morning came, a few people would find themselves exempt from the protection, possibly even having experienced a darker hue of dreams. She knew Vesper wouldn't blame her for being here, but she wasn't sure she could say he'd be as understanding if she had blessed the rancher such a comfortable night's rest after everything. Plus, she thought Jesses deserved a little extra discomfort to teach him a lesson.
Quite proud of her decision, Nova skips to find Custard, finding ways to dress up the saddle before they get on the trail, humming a bright tune all the while.
Nova shifts into her Dreambird shift to give everyone good dreams (except Jesse and Colt), then decorates her saddle for a day of riding!
Depositing the bundle for Mikey to deal with, Nova shifts back, soaking in the praise with preening giggles and a flourish of sparkles that flow through the group easily. She offers winks, laughter, and shoulder bumps freely as she mingles, sharing in the teasing mood and cozy stories. Her own tales ramble, dramatized by fashion thieves and abhorrent outfits that are eventually saved by her own power and brilliance.
It's only when Colt calls for sleep that Nova pauses in her stories, instead fixating on the pointed warning Hank had received. "Ooh ooh! You have to tell one! I'll scare away the bad dreams tonight!" And whether he chooses to indulge her or not, she perches in her colorful bird shift, six wings tucked close as she shares in the pleasant dreams flowing from her.
Unfortunately, when morning came, a few people would find themselves exempt from the protection, possibly even having experienced a darker hue of dreams. She knew Vesper wouldn't blame her for being here, but she wasn't sure she could say he'd be as understanding if she had blessed the rancher such a comfortable night's rest after everything. Plus, she thought Jesses deserved a little extra discomfort to teach him a lesson.
Quite proud of her decision, Nova skips to find Custard, finding ways to dress up the saddle before they get on the trail, humming a bright tune all the while.
Nova shifts into her Dreambird shift to give everyone good dreams (except Jesse and Colt), then decorates her saddle for a day of riding!
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
