Nova
I'm not lost,
Happy to be in agreement with how amazing her mom is, Nova bobs her head, shifting as easily from one topic to another like a hummingbird darting to the next flower full of delicious nectar. She breathes in the possibilities, grin brightening so much that she practically glows with excitement - with the small constraint of no glitter. Who doesn't like glitter or sparkles?
Still, Nova can put aside her disappointment in light of the opportunity to make the redhead a gorgeous dress. Maybe.
She bites her lip, looking at the finger like a line she intends to toe for the sake of fashion. "What if it's shiny but doesn't have sparkles?" Her eyes are practically pleading. She can't get over the idea that the Ark would look stunning in something that ripples and shines when hanging over her curves. It's not every day that Nova gets to make something for someone so pretty.
Nova shrugs her shoulders. She likes fire as much as the next pyromaniac, but it's not surprising that a woman made of wood might not like the element, and Nova decides to leave that for later, latching onto the proposal of showing off on the top deck. "Okay!" she chimes, a few more cookie crumbs falling from her lips as she hastens to set the tin on the table. Then she turns to the Ark and her polite request for no glitter. Her lips pucker, a smile forming around the slight disappointment before she agrees. "Fine, no glitter. But sparkles are okay, right?" She leans forward with a grin, shimmers forming the air around her as easily as breathing before vanishing back into nothing, having been nothing but illusions to begin with.
Still, Nova can put aside her disappointment in light of the opportunity to make the redhead a gorgeous dress. Maybe.
She bites her lip, looking at the finger like a line she intends to toe for the sake of fashion. "What if it's shiny but doesn't have sparkles?" Her eyes are practically pleading. She can't get over the idea that the Ark would look stunning in something that ripples and shines when hanging over her curves. It's not every day that Nova gets to make something for someone so pretty.
Nova shrugs her shoulders. She likes fire as much as the next pyromaniac, but it's not surprising that a woman made of wood might not like the element, and Nova decides to leave that for later, latching onto the proposal of showing off on the top deck. "Okay!" she chimes, a few more cookie crumbs falling from her lips as she hastens to set the tin on the table. Then she turns to the Ark and her polite request for no glitter. Her lips pucker, a smile forming around the slight disappointment before she agrees. "Fine, no glitter. But sparkles are okay, right?" She leans forward with a grin, shimmers forming the air around her as easily as breathing before vanishing back into nothing, having been nothing but illusions to begin with.
just embracing chaos.
