The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
The wind picks up around them, buffeting against her body so that she feels as light and buoyant as if she were the one taking flight rather than the ship beneath them. Giggling, she doesn't bother to push the hair from her face, the golden and pink locks obscuring her vision of the red sails billowing beneath her magic's influence. Nova can already feel the toll of the efforts, but when she glances out at the blur of clouds, she could keep it up forever, loving the feeling of freedom and exhilaration coursing through her veins.
Glancing towards Jack, she scrunches her face. "Why run?! I'd just take them out!" Blocking cannons can't be that hard, and between her wings and her magic, Nova is more than confident that she can rain hell fire down on anyone who dares to mess with her. They'd go down in a blaze of glittery glory.
The shift in focus is like opening the loose lid on a promised storm, Nova's attention snapping to Jack so quickly that the air goes eerily silent, the pressure sucking in like a black hole forming. She gasps, excitement shimmering bright around her. "Can I steer now?!"
Glancing towards Jack, she scrunches her face. "Why run?! I'd just take them out!" Blocking cannons can't be that hard, and between her wings and her magic, Nova is more than confident that she can rain hell fire down on anyone who dares to mess with her. They'd go down in a blaze of glittery glory.
The shift in focus is like opening the loose lid on a promised storm, Nova's attention snapping to Jack so quickly that the air goes eerily silent, the pressure sucking in like a black hole forming. She gasps, excitement shimmering bright around her. "Can I steer now?!"
Nova
