In all chaos there is a cosmos
Threads of colorful light play across the palms of her hands as the bell takes shape from the thoughts in her mind. She giggles at his question, as if it's a silly thought, as if they wouldn't have hot chocolate. "Of course! We sell lots of drinks! Although coffee is definitely my favorite." Her head lifts, a convincing argument in favor of the beverage. Who wouldn't want to copy her after all?
While her magic continues to work, Nova nods her head to accept his proposal. "Okay!" They can figure out the details of where to put the wood when they get there, and she'll let the others figure out what to do with it after, especially if they don't end up needing it for the party.
For now, her attention is on the bell that coalesces in a final flash of white. She releases her tongue from its hold, grinning fondly at the rendition of Goose and his lolling tongue. Although the dog doesn't appear to appreciate the flattering image, Iskra does a great job at bolstering her ego. Nova puffs her chest, relinquishing the bell happily into his possession. "I'm glad you like it!" In fact, the illustration might be some of her best work (besides glitter), and she has an extra hop to her step as she spins around. "Right! This way!" Then she skips ahead, the path as familiar as the glitter pattern on her boots or the freckles on her cheeks.
[FIN]
While her magic continues to work, Nova nods her head to accept his proposal. "Okay!" They can figure out the details of where to put the wood when they get there, and she'll let the others figure out what to do with it after, especially if they don't end up needing it for the party.
For now, her attention is on the bell that coalesces in a final flash of white. She releases her tongue from its hold, grinning fondly at the rendition of Goose and his lolling tongue. Although the dog doesn't appear to appreciate the flattering image, Iskra does a great job at bolstering her ego. Nova puffs her chest, relinquishing the bell happily into his possession. "I'm glad you like it!" In fact, the illustration might be some of her best work (besides glitter), and she has an extra hop to her step as she spins around. "Right! This way!" Then she skips ahead, the path as familiar as the glitter pattern on her boots or the freckles on her cheeks.
[FIN]
Nova
