Nova
Continuing to puff her chest at the flow of compliments, Nova releases her skirt to rustle gently around her legs. It doesn't surprise her that the woman can't make her own clothes - not many people can be as awesome as she is - but the offer is quick on her lips, a chime of excitement for another potential project. "I can make you something!"
She bounces again, throwing another wave despite their closer proximity. "Nice to greet you, Lyra!" At the question, she gives another spinning display of sparkles and giggles. "I do! I make pretty much all of them!" Save a few pieces that she's found that actually meet her standards, but even those usually require some glitter or stitches of cute creatures.
When she comes to a stop, a gust of wind blows past them, pushing smoke into her face with an aggression that has her sputtering. Air magic rises to combat the disgusting taste on her tongue, the stuff having the audacity to try shoving its way into her lungs. Smacking her lips and wrinkling her nose, Nova shakes her head, the movement throwing her blonde curls around her face. "I don't know, but it's gross."
She bounces again, throwing another wave despite their closer proximity. "Nice to greet you, Lyra!" At the question, she gives another spinning display of sparkles and giggles. "I do! I make pretty much all of them!" Save a few pieces that she's found that actually meet her standards, but even those usually require some glitter or stitches of cute creatures.
When she comes to a stop, a gust of wind blows past them, pushing smoke into her face with an aggression that has her sputtering. Air magic rises to combat the disgusting taste on her tongue, the stuff having the audacity to try shoving its way into her lungs. Smacking her lips and wrinkling her nose, Nova shakes her head, the movement throwing her blonde curls around her face. "I don't know, but it's gross."
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
