Nova
The girl is suddenly saying a lot of words that Nova stops listening to about halfway through. She shrugs her shoulders. The supply and demand of tiger's blood or the logistics of pouring it over ice aren't really things she cares much about, not even enough to argue her own thoughts of a blood syrup being pretty cool.
Instead, she shifts easily to the next topic, perking to proudly announce, "A Tide Jaguar!" Giving the girl her full attention, she returns the question, curiosity making her eyes bright. "Do you have any shifts?"
The birds click their beaks as they're released from her hold, hopping away in a mixture of relief and confusion. As she watches them, the girl's voice cuts through, surprising Nova with its sharp edges and quiet command. Brows furrowing, she turns her head to look at her, trying to decipher the change in tone as much as the disapproval. "Why not?" But before an answer can be given, the orange tabby is joining them, sending the girl hissing and shoving and wasting a perfectly good sno-cone. Nova's compulsion loosens enough for the cat to hiss back, paw striking out into the air with an indignant sheen in its eyes.
Before it can scurry off, she tugs on the bond, bringing it into her lap where she smooths its bristling fur with a steadying hand, faintly aware of the resistance as it tries to escape. However, her eyes are meant only for the girl, their blue depths nearly glowing with contained annoyance. "Hey! That's rude!" She's tempted to show her what it's like to be shoved but Nova isn't nearly as willing to sacrifice the shaved ice in her hand.
Instead, she shifts easily to the next topic, perking to proudly announce, "A Tide Jaguar!" Giving the girl her full attention, she returns the question, curiosity making her eyes bright. "Do you have any shifts?"
The birds click their beaks as they're released from her hold, hopping away in a mixture of relief and confusion. As she watches them, the girl's voice cuts through, surprising Nova with its sharp edges and quiet command. Brows furrowing, she turns her head to look at her, trying to decipher the change in tone as much as the disapproval. "Why not?" But before an answer can be given, the orange tabby is joining them, sending the girl hissing and shoving and wasting a perfectly good sno-cone. Nova's compulsion loosens enough for the cat to hiss back, paw striking out into the air with an indignant sheen in its eyes.
Before it can scurry off, she tugs on the bond, bringing it into her lap where she smooths its bristling fur with a steadying hand, faintly aware of the resistance as it tries to escape. However, her eyes are meant only for the girl, their blue depths nearly glowing with contained annoyance. "Hey! That's rude!" She's tempted to show her what it's like to be shoved but Nova isn't nearly as willing to sacrifice the shaved ice in her hand.
The dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Really do come true
