She's a mess of gorgeous chaos,
The name 'Sol' did kind of ring a bell, but Nova tilted her head, face scrunching as she thought about it. "Is that the dragon?" Not really caring either way, she jumped to clasp Soh's hands at the offer, shimmering with so much excitement that she nearly floated off the ground. "Yes please! I want to make something for my sister!" Probably a dress or a pair of shiny gold shoes. The possibilities were endless!
Relationship details were generally lost on Nova anyways (Caly would have been a different story), so she accepted the bit of information Soh shared without question, giving a succinct nod of her head to hear the final verdict. "Good! Screw K! Be happy!" Her hand raised in the air like a battle cry, marching them forward like a general towards her workshop.
She preened under the praise, another wave of sparkles raining around them when she gave a spin. "Thanks!" Then she plopped into the fluffy pink stool at her bench, hands splayed in the space before her. "Okay! So, two pieces of paper that don't wrinkle or tear..." Her hands were already moving, gather a few bits of supplies - popping a piece of hard fruity candy in her mouth - then laying them out in front of her. They had nothing to do with paper other than the pencil, but she appeared confident that they were exactly what she needed.
Nova grinned and called forth her magic, letting the tendrils of light coil through the gathered odds and ends. The faint image of transparent paper appeared to hover in the air, shimmering as it slowly solidified on one corner.
Relationship details were generally lost on Nova anyways (Caly would have been a different story), so she accepted the bit of information Soh shared without question, giving a succinct nod of her head to hear the final verdict. "Good! Screw K! Be happy!" Her hand raised in the air like a battle cry, marching them forward like a general towards her workshop.
She preened under the praise, another wave of sparkles raining around them when she gave a spin. "Thanks!" Then she plopped into the fluffy pink stool at her bench, hands splayed in the space before her. "Okay! So, two pieces of paper that don't wrinkle or tear..." Her hands were already moving, gather a few bits of supplies - popping a piece of hard fruity candy in her mouth - then laying them out in front of her. They had nothing to do with paper other than the pencil, but she appeared confident that they were exactly what she needed.
Nova grinned and called forth her magic, letting the tendrils of light coil through the gathered odds and ends. The faint image of transparent paper appeared to hover in the air, shimmering as it slowly solidified on one corner.
And you can see it in her eyes.
Nova
