The feeling is what hits Nova before any other sense. It prickles across his skin and soul like soda bubbles and, for one delusional second, Nova luxuriates in wondering if Alex Mortiz is here. Then he recognizes the wickedness in that thought, along with the deeper notes of magic that aren't hers. It's powerful though, the kind of powerful he might have cased once.
It makes him curious enough to follow.
There's an apartment door just hanging open when he gets close and Nova goes in. The golden bowl is weird, and definitely not part of the usual Bramford set up (he hopes). Leaning over–one hand wrapped around the beads of his prex–he looks into the edge.
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It makes him curious enough to follow.
There's an apartment door just hanging open when he gets close and Nova goes in. The golden bowl is weird, and definitely not part of the usual Bramford set up (he hopes). Leaning over–one hand wrapped around the beads of his prex–he looks into the edge.