If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense
Surprised by the woman's sudden laughter, Nova turns to spot her crouched next to the glittery blue of a cowboy hat. She rushes forward to scoop the spider into her hands before he can escape again, holding him in a tight hug as she croons his name and fusses over how crooked his little adventure had made his hat.
With Jeff raised to eye level so she can adjust his hat, she looks around to the Ancient, blinking bright blue eyes at her, a beaming smile on her face. "Of course he is! Jeff's my companion!" She didn't think that needed explaining during their search.
Suddenly, Jeff tries to scurry from her grasp, ripping her attention back to him. "Come on, Jeff! I already told you the blue does not make you look fat." She gives him a pout, willing him to believe in how handsome she thinks he looks in the little hat, but the spider continues trying to run from her grasp no matter how many times she loops her hands to catch him, and Nova finally caves with a loud, exaggerated groan. "Ugh. FINE."
Shaking her head, she pops a hip, opening a palm to watch as magic threads and takes form. It adjusts and fluctuates in a ripple of various texture and colors before solidifying with a small shimmer. In her hand sits a small white beanie, stitched with tiny black spiders (with subtle glitter). She flicks the old hat off Jeffs head and sets the new one on top, tilting her head as she asks him, "Is that better?"
With Jeff raised to eye level so she can adjust his hat, she looks around to the Ancient, blinking bright blue eyes at her, a beaming smile on her face. "Of course he is! Jeff's my companion!" She didn't think that needed explaining during their search.
Suddenly, Jeff tries to scurry from her grasp, ripping her attention back to him. "Come on, Jeff! I already told you the blue does not make you look fat." She gives him a pout, willing him to believe in how handsome she thinks he looks in the little hat, but the spider continues trying to run from her grasp no matter how many times she loops her hands to catch him, and Nova finally caves with a loud, exaggerated groan. "Ugh. FINE."
Shaking her head, she pops a hip, opening a palm to watch as magic threads and takes form. It adjusts and fluctuates in a ripple of various texture and colors before solidifying with a small shimmer. In her hand sits a small white beanie, stitched with tiny black spiders (with subtle glitter). She flicks the old hat off Jeffs head and sets the new one on top, tilting her head as she asks him, "Is that better?"
Nova
