Nova
"Sure! Just name it!" A shirt, hat, dress, pants, gloves. All of the possibilities blossom in her mind, colorful and bright in ways that lay across the woman's physique, just waiting for the word to take form. Giggling with bubbling excitement, she raises her finger between them to add helpfully, "If you come by the guild, I could even make you something that won't dull!" Or wear down in the elements - but visual effects have always (unsurprisingly) been more important to Nova.
At the mention of her awesome magic, Nova seems to brighten more, a buzzing energy taking form in the air that coils around them to push away the smoke. "Oh definitely! I use it for everything!" Her hand raises to display various elements and magic, a miniature world forming and dissolving within her grasp. Watching the display with unbridled pride, she doesn't stop there.
"My shifts are handy too!" She lets the magic slip into oblivion, then her fingers extend into sharps claws, dark fur barely peaking from the surface of her skin.
Nova lifts her eyes to Lyra, glee shimmering in the dark blue depths as she awaits the expectant awe and wonder.
At the mention of her awesome magic, Nova seems to brighten more, a buzzing energy taking form in the air that coils around them to push away the smoke. "Oh definitely! I use it for everything!" Her hand raises to display various elements and magic, a miniature world forming and dissolving within her grasp. Watching the display with unbridled pride, she doesn't stop there.
"My shifts are handy too!" She lets the magic slip into oblivion, then her fingers extend into sharps claws, dark fur barely peaking from the surface of her skin.
Nova lifts her eyes to Lyra, glee shimmering in the dark blue depths as she awaits the expectant awe and wonder.
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
