[SE] You can't love without the loss and that's the cost

I keep stars in my pockets
wear daisies in my hair

Flicking a piece of hair from her face, she lets out a playful giggle. "Crisweeper Columbus is the magic broom I made for Jack! He sweeps the decks of the Ark!" (and goes where no broom has dared go before) Of course it's something everyone should already know. In the short time Crisweeper has existed, Nova assumes he's already made quite the name for himself amongst the crew and beyond. 

Unfortunately for Colt, Nova is fixated on the matching shirt aspect of the conversation; so the digging and complete oblivion continue, the vibrant hybrid shrugging her shoulders at the question. "Oh, I know Vespy will," her voice implies that it's not a matter of 'choice' for him, "but none of the others. It's so annoying!" Her lips pout, brows furrowing. "Maybe next time I see Vespy, I'll have him make them wear the shirts." She nods her head like the scheme is decided, already running through how they'll strong-arm the crew into putting on her creations - glitter and all.

On the bright side, no coaxing or scheming is required for coffee, and Nova bounces a little higher to hear the enthusiasm. "Right?! Caly came up with it!" The illusion fades away, leaving her to spin, arms thrown wide like she's embracing the town (or claiming it). "Yep! It's the perfect place! Cute and cozy!" There's also the added benefit of no Floras or Kaisels. 

Hearing the horse's disapproval before Colt's, Nova turns to look. The ground cracks open, inching back towards the pair like it might stop them from reclaiming the road. "Behave!" It's more a command for the mud, but she also glances at the horse as her foot stamps the ground, magic stretching out like an explosion of shimmering blades to take hold of the goopy substance trying to break through. 

Her head tilts up, a huff of breath ruffling her hair as she grins at Colt. "There!" Then she spins, humming to herself and proceeding down the street.

Nova

but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart
and take you everywhere

COLT

If it rains it pours so go pour one strong
When it comes to this life, we only get one

"Oh," she lilts into surprise, which quickly dips into impressed curiosity. "Are you making more self-cleaning tools? I'm a bit over dusting a sweeping myself." It reminds her of the conversation about a spiritual butler in her home that she'd had with Thorn not too long ago, and she's not above paying for the chance to reduce her workload.

They could hash out details later perhaps, because the conversation of her family remains, though it's as unhelpful as ever. Giving up with a mild sigh, taking it to mean Nova has either not spoken to Vesper or will not speak of it, she lets it die out with just some small agreement muttered about definitely making him wear the shirt. The shop is a much more promising topic, and one she is looking forward to honestly. "Can't wait! Let me know if you need any help setting it up."

However as the mud resurfaces with an oopy goopy reach for Peanut, all the chatter dies out and the grunge of the work resumes. Colt's able to steady the horse, and Nova's fancy footwork keeps it frozen solid again. "Thanks Nova, that's a big help!" Onward they progress a bit more, finally taming some of the roads, for now.

[FIN]

So I'm dead set on living while I'm still alive
Dead set on living til the day I die