The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
Nova had long since given up on the notion of dueling tournaments but this competition seemed more her speed and so, on something of a whim, she'd signed up. Regret was now in full force as she felt the scrutiny of everyone around her. Her sister-in-law and so many other notable society ladies were present and she couldn't help but feel like she was about to embarrass herself.
She hesitantly made her way over to the prop table and selected for herself a piece of parchment. With a gentle tap of her wand she attempted a spell that would see the parchment delicately fold itself into the shape of a winged horse and fly about.
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