In all chaos there is a cosmos
Nova indulges the dog's every desire, grinning wide when he flops sideways into the snow. Her hands follow, scratching and rubbing through his thick fur into all the right places that make him squirm. Only when she pops up with recognition does the petting stop, her eyes brightening to recall the fun adventure they'd shared. She giggles at their obvious lack of introductions, shaking her head. "Nope!'
Her hand snaps out to earnestly take his. "Hi Iskra! Goose! I'm Nova!" The shake is a wiggling mess that continues as she tilts her head, considering what payment he could give in exchange for the bell. "Hmm. I don't think we need wood, but you seem strong enough and we have some boxes to move at the Sunbean!" And since she thinks that's more than a fair trade, Nova readies her magic, asking pointedly in front of the vendor who's lost her business (and Iskra's), "What kind of bell do you want? Silver? Gold? White? Do you want a design?" She perks up, an idea forming as she adds, "I could put a picture of Goose on it!"
Her hand snaps out to earnestly take his. "Hi Iskra! Goose! I'm Nova!" The shake is a wiggling mess that continues as she tilts her head, considering what payment he could give in exchange for the bell. "Hmm. I don't think we need wood, but you seem strong enough and we have some boxes to move at the Sunbean!" And since she thinks that's more than a fair trade, Nova readies her magic, asking pointedly in front of the vendor who's lost her business (and Iskra's), "What kind of bell do you want? Silver? Gold? White? Do you want a design?" She perks up, an idea forming as she adds, "I could put a picture of Goose on it!"
Nova
