Leaning forward with all the force of a stormfront breaking, Nova wiggles her delight. "Oooh. I've never seen a Daemon! Are they scary? Do you have to fight them off? I bet that's soooo fun." Her head tilts like she might bring Calla's gaze back to her (or put her face in front of where she's looking), waiting impatiently to have her questions answered. If there's something fun to find or do, Nova wants in, and this sounds like something fun.
But not as fun as seeing dead people!!!
Nova gasps, the air around her shimmering at the revelation, like an exploding star creating a whole new world in her mind. She grabs for Calla's hands, bouncing with the force of her excitement. "REALLY?! THAT'S SO COOL!!" Then she's jumping into questions, the words practically rambling together in a string of curiosities. "What do they look like?! Can you talk to them?! Is it all dead people?! What about dead animals?! How do you know they're dead and not magic or spirits?!"
But not as fun as seeing dead people!!!
Nova gasps, the air around her shimmering at the revelation, like an exploding star creating a whole new world in her mind. She grabs for Calla's hands, bouncing with the force of her excitement. "REALLY?! THAT'S SO COOL!!" Then she's jumping into questions, the words practically rambling together in a string of curiosities. "What do they look like?! Can you talk to them?! Is it all dead people?! What about dead animals?! How do you know they're dead and not magic or spirits?!"
Nova
Chaos is a prelude to creativity
