In all chaos there is a cosmos
Extremely satisfied at having thoroughly snared a victim customer(?), Nova feeds off his enthusiasm, a bounce confirming the agreement before the details have been finalized. "Great!" She claps her hands, magic already sparking to life between them.
When she opens her hands again, threads of glittering magic are already taking form, her eyes intensely focused on the task even as she beams over her sister's accomplishments. "The Sunbean is my family's coffee shop down the road! It's really cute and my sister makes the best lattes!" However, lattes and coffees don't usually take wood as an ingredient and she tilts her head as a glittering white shape begins to form in her hands. "I don't think so..." Her eyes brighten, another idea coming to mind as she says, "But I heard a rumor that there's going to be a party for LongNight and we might need some for that!" They'd mentioned something about bonfires, and it couldn't hurt to take the wood just in case.
In a final moment of concentration, her tongue sticks out between her teeth, eyes darting between Goose and the objecting solidifying more with every breath. And when that final breath is released, a shimmering white bell sits perfectly in her hands, an adorable rendition of the dog etched into the surface with vibrant colors that make Nova smile. She thrusts her hands out to Iskra, pride oozing from every pore and golden strand of hair. "There! A Goose bell!"
When she opens her hands again, threads of glittering magic are already taking form, her eyes intensely focused on the task even as she beams over her sister's accomplishments. "The Sunbean is my family's coffee shop down the road! It's really cute and my sister makes the best lattes!" However, lattes and coffees don't usually take wood as an ingredient and she tilts her head as a glittering white shape begins to form in her hands. "I don't think so..." Her eyes brighten, another idea coming to mind as she says, "But I heard a rumor that there's going to be a party for LongNight and we might need some for that!" They'd mentioned something about bonfires, and it couldn't hurt to take the wood just in case.
In a final moment of concentration, her tongue sticks out between her teeth, eyes darting between Goose and the objecting solidifying more with every breath. And when that final breath is released, a shimmering white bell sits perfectly in her hands, an adorable rendition of the dog etched into the surface with vibrant colors that make Nova smile. She thrusts her hands out to Iskra, pride oozing from every pore and golden strand of hair. "There! A Goose bell!"
Nova
