C A L L A
[Sayl"Have I--? No!" Incredulity spreads over Calla's face. Has Nova listened to nothing she's said? "I haven't fought one, because I don't have to, because nobody has to if they have a modicum of common sense!" Something Nova is clearly lacking in.
She can hear the chattering interest of the area's spirits, their restless natures natutally drawn to any sort of conflict, but for once Calla ignores them. Any chance of deescalation evaportates when Nova turns on Luci, then turns back to Calla with such flippant dismissal that the girl sees red. Indignation curls like smoke from her ears as she glares at Nova, her fragile tethers snapping all at once. "He's grumpy because of you!"
It's not quite a shriek, that would be terribly undignified, but her voice is certainly raised. She can see the ghosts now, flickering around them like kids cheering on a playground fight. 'Stop that, Calla!' the memories of voices tattoo in her head, but they are drowned out by the eager ghosts. Their anger flashes in her eyes as she glares at her new nemesis. "Y- you are rude, and, and loud, and have no sense of personal space, and, and... and we'd rather spend the whole day in the sun than see another one of your stupid snowflakes!"
