The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
Nova might have eyes in her head, but she's never counted the masts, so her gaze follows Jack's explanation, tilting and angling her head curiously to better see the three sails. Her hair shifts with the movement, pink brushing against starlight to take in the massive stretch of canvas. The concept sounds simple enough: push as much air as she can into the fabric to make them go extra fast.
Once he finishes his instructions, Nova snaps her hand to her forehead, her voice chiming bright over the deck. "YESSIR!!" She giggles, fizzing out of the pose as she rushes to get started. Feet spread across the wood paneling and hands splay at her sides when the wind starts to pick up. She grins wildly as it snags at her hair, picking up force until she shoves it forcibly into the sail. Her heart flies as fast as the magic she controls, the whirlwind around her a reflection of the freedom blasting through her mind when she leans into the element.
Once he finishes his instructions, Nova snaps her hand to her forehead, her voice chiming bright over the deck. "YESSIR!!" She giggles, fizzing out of the pose as she rushes to get started. Feet spread across the wood paneling and hands splay at her sides when the wind starts to pick up. She grins wildly as it snags at her hair, picking up force until she shoves it forcibly into the sail. Her heart flies as fast as the magic she controls, the whirlwind around her a reflection of the freedom blasting through her mind when she leans into the element.
Nova
