The flower that blooms in adversity
Nova didn't back down. Her blue eyes swirled like a miniature galaxy threatening its own gravitational pull, ready to devour whoever stood in her way - and that was looking a lot like Marcus right now. She straightened her shoulders, puffing her chest beneath the cross of her arms as if it might make her bigger than him.
Staring him down, she bristled at being denied anything, let alone a fun trip into that portal looking thing. Sure, he'd said it went to black nothingness, but surely there was a way out if people had lived to tell about it, and she didn't like Marcus implying that she wouldn't be one of them. Her abilities were her pride, and despite the heightened caution in his eyes, she didn't take kindly to his doubt.
The ever-present sparkles around her winked out of existence, a slight chill beginning to permeate the air. "What makes you think I can't get us out of there?" Her tone was icy, defensive, and sharp, daring him to make her prove exactly what her magic can do.
As if preparing to answer her call, a low thrum started in her veins, frost forming at her fingertips; but as he let out a resigned breath, the magic paused, curious of what else there could be for them to check out. She was skeptical that it would be better than this, her stormy eyes narrowed as she listened, refusing to lower her offenses yet. Suspicion laced her voice as she asked slowly, "Like what?"
Staring him down, she bristled at being denied anything, let alone a fun trip into that portal looking thing. Sure, he'd said it went to black nothingness, but surely there was a way out if people had lived to tell about it, and she didn't like Marcus implying that she wouldn't be one of them. Her abilities were her pride, and despite the heightened caution in his eyes, she didn't take kindly to his doubt.
The ever-present sparkles around her winked out of existence, a slight chill beginning to permeate the air. "What makes you think I can't get us out of there?" Her tone was icy, defensive, and sharp, daring him to make her prove exactly what her magic can do.
As if preparing to answer her call, a low thrum started in her veins, frost forming at her fingertips; but as he let out a resigned breath, the magic paused, curious of what else there could be for them to check out. She was skeptical that it would be better than this, her stormy eyes narrowed as she listened, refusing to lower her offenses yet. Suspicion laced her voice as she asked slowly, "Like what?"
Nova
is the most rare and beautiful of all.
