Nova
I'm not lost,
The agreement shoots through her faster than a lightning strike, her controlled resistance shattering like ice in a sharp gasp. "Perfect! I was thinking red! Is red okay?!" If not, she's already imagining an ethereal blue that would ripple like shimmering water or a pearlescent white that would look like a subtle rainbow she's guaranteed to love. But red. Nova just knows nothing would compare.
She's also starting to understand the Ark a little more, realizing when she looks around that it's the pieces she doesn't like. It makes her wonder if that's why other people don't like glitter either...
It's certainly something for her to consider later, but for now, her shoulders fall with relief, sparkles manifesting around her in a breath of starlight. "Good," she sighs, followed by a twinkling giggle and a small skip that sends her eyeballs swinging again. She makes her way after the Ark, excitement and anticipation making her steps light, blue eyes nearly glowing by the time they arrive on the deck.
Nova looks at the ship with a new appreciation, her gaze darting between the railings and the woman and the boards and the redhead and the sails and the Ark. She notices the slight shifts now, can feel the way the ship nearly breathes beneath her feet, moving with more thought and intention than a vehicle should. It's kind of... weird, and Nova immediately decides not to think too hard about it all.
Throwing a wave to Jack and Caly on the upper deck, she follows the Ark to a more secluded spot away from the crew. She skids to a stop, tucking her hair behind ad ear when the wind snags at the blonde threads. A sphere of water appears in the air, swirling and twisting in a tight orb of concentrated currents that catch in the sunlight. It's an impressive sight, but Nova barely glances at the feat before giving a small hop. "Yep!" Grinning, she raises a hand, letting her own ball of water conjure into existence. Her other magics spill in naturally, bits of air and illusion rippling in a beautifully bright display of glimmering liquid. Her isn't as green tinged as the Ark's, missing the distinct smell of salt and seafoam, but the currents are just as strong.
Bouncing, Nova's eyes widen. "Can you make yours' ice too?" In a blink of a thought, the surface hardens into a shimmering layer of solid ice. Water still moves within, sparkling like a fancy floating snow globe that reflects the beaming smile on her face.
She's also starting to understand the Ark a little more, realizing when she looks around that it's the pieces she doesn't like. It makes her wonder if that's why other people don't like glitter either...
It's certainly something for her to consider later, but for now, her shoulders fall with relief, sparkles manifesting around her in a breath of starlight. "Good," she sighs, followed by a twinkling giggle and a small skip that sends her eyeballs swinging again. She makes her way after the Ark, excitement and anticipation making her steps light, blue eyes nearly glowing by the time they arrive on the deck.
Nova looks at the ship with a new appreciation, her gaze darting between the railings and the woman and the boards and the redhead and the sails and the Ark. She notices the slight shifts now, can feel the way the ship nearly breathes beneath her feet, moving with more thought and intention than a vehicle should. It's kind of... weird, and Nova immediately decides not to think too hard about it all.
Throwing a wave to Jack and Caly on the upper deck, she follows the Ark to a more secluded spot away from the crew. She skids to a stop, tucking her hair behind ad ear when the wind snags at the blonde threads. A sphere of water appears in the air, swirling and twisting in a tight orb of concentrated currents that catch in the sunlight. It's an impressive sight, but Nova barely glances at the feat before giving a small hop. "Yep!" Grinning, she raises a hand, letting her own ball of water conjure into existence. Her other magics spill in naturally, bits of air and illusion rippling in a beautifully bright display of glimmering liquid. Her isn't as green tinged as the Ark's, missing the distinct smell of salt and seafoam, but the currents are just as strong.
Bouncing, Nova's eyes widen. "Can you make yours' ice too?" In a blink of a thought, the surface hardens into a shimmering layer of solid ice. Water still moves within, sparkling like a fancy floating snow globe that reflects the beaming smile on her face.
just embracing chaos.
