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Nova places her hands on her hips, inspecting the tall windows of the yellow and brown storefront with a designer's scrutiny. Her pink and blonde curls catch at the wind from beneath her rainbow glitter white beanie, complimenting the absolute chaos of her outfit: pink boots with brown fur, striped rainbow leggings, and a fuzzy silver-gray jacket that's so big it nearly swallows her whole, stitched with adorable blink hares leaping across the fabric. 

Ideas slowly take form and Nova places her tongue in between her teeth as she raises her hands, magic rising in answer. Snow and ice begin to twist and form in the air, winding and intertwining in a beautiful display that sparkles like diamond. Tilting her head, she directs it with a slight twist of her hand, making her vision come to life in a gorgeous, arcing column that frames one side of the doorway. The smooth icy surface glistens like glass, reflecting the sunlight to dazzle and enchant anyone who passes. 

Grinning, she takes a few steps back to get a better view so she can see where to put the next one.]]>
Nova places her hands on her hips, inspecting the tall windows of the yellow and brown storefront with a designer's scrutiny. Her pink and blonde curls catch at the wind from beneath her rainbow glitter white beanie, complimenting the absolute chaos of her outfit: pink boots with brown fur, striped rainbow leggings, and a fuzzy silver-gray jacket that's so big it nearly swallows her whole, stitched with adorable blink hares leaping across the fabric. 

Ideas slowly take form and Nova places her tongue in between her teeth as she raises her hands, magic rising in answer. Snow and ice begin to twist and form in the air, winding and intertwining in a beautiful display that sparkles like diamond. Tilting her head, she directs it with a slight twist of her hand, making her vision come to life in a gorgeous, arcing column that frames one side of the doorway. The smooth icy surface glistens like glass, reflecting the sunlight to dazzle and enchant anyone who passes. 

Grinning, she takes a few steps back to get a better view so she can see where to put the next one.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12679 Fri, 27 Mar 2026 18:20:29 -0600 Wren]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12679
She caught herself counting breaths, heartbeats, the steady tap of her foot against the floor, and stopped, swallowing hard. She leaned back in her chair and tugged her sleeves over her knuckles, fingers worrying the hem. Her gaze flicked to the door each time it opened, lifting too quickly, only to fall again just as fast. Each time she imagined meeting his eyes — her eyes — again.

When the bell chimed once more, she straightened, hazel eyes lifting again.]]>
She caught herself counting breaths, heartbeats, the steady tap of her foot against the floor, and stopped, swallowing hard. She leaned back in her chair and tugged her sleeves over her knuckles, fingers worrying the hem. Her gaze flicked to the door each time it opened, lifting too quickly, only to fall again just as fast. Each time she imagined meeting his eyes — her eyes — again.

When the bell chimed once more, she straightened, hazel eyes lifting again.]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12414 Sun, 18 Jan 2026 14:36:36 -0700 Thalassa]]> https://cotf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=12414 soul - strung to her finger, and connecting her to whatever life force she touches. Luckily, the ability is too intricate for her to walk around sucking the life from everything that comes in contact with her skin. It at least takes a thought, a moment of intention before the energy begins to flow. She can't imagine being a walking death trap for anyone and everyone she cared about (the few that they are), although she does wonder at how uncomfortable it must be, particularly as she stares at the withered stem of a flower. 

Thal props her foot against the wall of the coffee shop she leans against, head tilted curiously. People bustle through the town, paying her no mind despite the horns curling from her newly blonde hair. With all the refugees flooding in, she's barely a speck in the crowd, another unfamiliar face. It certainly makes her task easier, just another concerned individual inquiring about the influx of people in town. Little did they know that she was reporting back to the Gray Road's network, spreading whatever juicy information she can find on important players who might have relocated here. 

Sipping down the last of her coffee, Thal trades her withered flower for a fresh one from a nearby planter box. It's a purple flower that catches the sunlight with tiny specks of white along its petals, but she doesn't notice them, her mind focusing on the small shimmer of thread immerging with the contact. Then she gives a gentle pull.]]> soul - strung to her finger, and connecting her to whatever life force she touches. Luckily, the ability is too intricate for her to walk around sucking the life from everything that comes in contact with her skin. It at least takes a thought, a moment of intention before the energy begins to flow. She can't imagine being a walking death trap for anyone and everyone she cared about (the few that they are), although she does wonder at how uncomfortable it must be, particularly as she stares at the withered stem of a flower. 

Thal props her foot against the wall of the coffee shop she leans against, head tilted curiously. People bustle through the town, paying her no mind despite the horns curling from her newly blonde hair. With all the refugees flooding in, she's barely a speck in the crowd, another unfamiliar face. It certainly makes her task easier, just another concerned individual inquiring about the influx of people in town. Little did they know that she was reporting back to the Gray Road's network, spreading whatever juicy information she can find on important players who might have relocated here. 

Sipping down the last of her coffee, Thal trades her withered flower for a fresh one from a nearby planter box. It's a purple flower that catches the sunlight with tiny specks of white along its petals, but she doesn't notice them, her mind focusing on the small shimmer of thread immerging with the contact. Then she gives a gentle pull.]]>