Nova
Magic swirls and spreads across Caly's white fur. Earth magic strips away the larger pieces before water magic rinses it and finishes off with a little burst of air (and an appropriate amount of glitter). Only once the white fur is shiny and shimmering and Caly's shifting back does Nova release the attentions of her magic, giggling through a proud grin.
Glancing back at the work to be done, she doesn't waste time, happy to step in if it means keeping her sister's fur clean. "On it!" Then she hops to it (literally), magic threading out from her to grasp at earth. She shoves it aside, flattening out portions and redistributing others so that the space between the markers is clear and ready for a river to flow into it.
When she finally stops, Nova has to catch her breath, the exertion of so much magic on such a large section of land taking its toll in the slight flush of her cheeks. But there's still a smile on her lips, a small shine in the air around her as she asks Caly, "Did I miss any spots?"
Glancing back at the work to be done, she doesn't waste time, happy to step in if it means keeping her sister's fur clean. "On it!" Then she hops to it (literally), magic threading out from her to grasp at earth. She shoves it aside, flattening out portions and redistributing others so that the space between the markers is clear and ready for a river to flow into it.
When she finally stops, Nova has to catch her breath, the exertion of so much magic on such a large section of land taking its toll in the slight flush of her cheeks. But there's still a smile on her lips, a small shine in the air around her as she asks Caly, "Did I miss any spots?"
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
