C A L L A
Okay, this girl is definitely some sort of otherworldly being - what else could explain her graceful floating, her ethereal-yet-violently-aesthetic, and the rest of her overall vibe?
Calla's eyes grow impossibly wide as Nova wafts even closer, carrying an aura of cool spring air. Again the Keeper takes a step back, her cheeks aflame beneath freckles and dirt. "We-- I-- shade?" And now shes babbling, words leaving her brain like the butterflies she would chase as a girl. Her heart beats like a butterfly, too, Nova's excitement reflected and warped by the fun house mirrors of Calla's mind. Valiantly she tries again, inhaling a deep breath of air made bracingly brisk by Nova's personal AC. "I was resting. I've been working all day, and it's... it's very hot."
Okay, that went better. Feeling a little more confident now, Calla goes as far offer the beginning of a smile, extending a hand to catch an errant flake of Nova's snow. "I imagine you aren't hot, though. Not with this. It's a really neat trick. Pretty, too." Her expression grows wistful as the snow melts away. Must be nice to have that kind of ability. Her magic has never been useful for anything other than hearing voices and slowly going insane.
