If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
Wind flows and cattle moves, becoming a twisting torrent of orchestrated insanity Nova is happy to coordinate. She weaves and guides her hands, the magic sparkling like threads of fate between them all, insistent on the destiny laid before them. Occasionally, her tongue will peek out, concentration settling on her features as she encounters an obstacle, but she quickly moves past with more capabilities and determination.
Jim's advice doesn't quite make sense to her, but Nova shrugs her shoulders, letting him point out where further 'encouragement' might be needed. Rather than push Custard into place themselves, she sits comfortably in her saddle while a convincing image of her or one of the hands ripples into existence, an imposing figure to dissuade any eager cows from jumping the partitions. However, the use of abilities is taxing, her flourish slowly fading as time drags on, the smile beginning to strain. By the time they're done, her stomach will be growling, the need for food and energy eating further into her mood.
Nova continues to separate the cows and calves, adding illusions where necessary.
Jim's advice doesn't quite make sense to her, but Nova shrugs her shoulders, letting him point out where further 'encouragement' might be needed. Rather than push Custard into place themselves, she sits comfortably in her saddle while a convincing image of her or one of the hands ripples into existence, an imposing figure to dissuade any eager cows from jumping the partitions. However, the use of abilities is taxing, her flourish slowly fading as time drags on, the smile beginning to strain. By the time they're done, her stomach will be growling, the need for food and energy eating further into her mood.
Nova continues to separate the cows and calves, adding illusions where necessary.
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
