Nova
Seeming to have agreed on a future clothing commission, Nova shows off her magic like a fancy display of victory. It swirls over her hand, bright and brilliant before dissolving into claws that glint sharp in the glowing red light of the river. Pride and confidence shimmer around her, unfiltered or dimmed by the smoke billowing around them as she chimes, "Yep!! I'm special!"
Although disappointed to hear Lyra has to leave so soon and miss out on all her other amazing qualities, Nova supposes she can't blame the inferior woman for being susceptible to the smoke. While her magic whips a bubble of untainted air through her blonde curls, she gives a small hop and a short wave. "Okay! Bye!" Then she turns to leave, not sparing the interaction another thought beyond the fashion sketches taking form.
[FIN]
Although disappointed to hear Lyra has to leave so soon and miss out on all her other amazing qualities, Nova supposes she can't blame the inferior woman for being susceptible to the smoke. While her magic whips a bubble of untainted air through her blonde curls, she gives a small hop and a short wave. "Okay! Bye!" Then she turns to leave, not sparing the interaction another thought beyond the fashion sketches taking form.
[FIN]
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
