Nova
It takes just one star to pierce a universe of darkness.
Praise always seems to do the trick for Nova and she glances to Caly with an equally bright smile. She won't argue with the logic when of course it will be incredible. She's the one making it. It helps that her model is gorgeous - and apparently prone to petty magic tricks at rodeos. Giggling, Nova tries to picture the shocked looks on their faces when their drink turned into a new accessory. "I'll make sure to be there next time! Maybe we can send some animals along to lick up the mess." There's a wicked delight in her eyes, imagining something similar to when she sent birds diving for Colt. Nothing quite beats that frenzied panic.
But then her attention is being drawn from the Ark and future intentions, redirected to where her sister points to the water that indicates the end of Hak Etme. Nova groans, pushing farther into the railing as she looks towards the end of their journey. "Oh! Thank the gods! I guess it's not as big as King's End or the Greatwood, but all the sand makes this place so boooring to look at." She flops a hand out to indicate one end of the region. "See? Over there? Sand." Her hand flops the other direction. "There? Sand." Nova shakes her head, blonde curls catching in the breeze. "At least Torchline has the beachy kind of sand. This is just... sand." No pretty shells or sparkling water or spattering of trees. Just sand for miles and miles. She's more than a little relieved that it's not a bigger region.
But then her attention is being drawn from the Ark and future intentions, redirected to where her sister points to the water that indicates the end of Hak Etme. Nova groans, pushing farther into the railing as she looks towards the end of their journey. "Oh! Thank the gods! I guess it's not as big as King's End or the Greatwood, but all the sand makes this place so boooring to look at." She flops a hand out to indicate one end of the region. "See? Over there? Sand." Her hand flops the other direction. "There? Sand." Nova shakes her head, blonde curls catching in the breeze. "At least Torchline has the beachy kind of sand. This is just... sand." No pretty shells or sparkling water or spattering of trees. Just sand for miles and miles. She's more than a little relieved that it's not a bigger region.
