I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.
Not having lanterns of their own just means that the triplets get to have all the fun of the festival without any of the heaviness of grief. Looking to Vesper, she hops lightly on her toes, a mischievous smile on her lips. "You're going to tell us everything, right?" It may be a lot for him to take in, but Nova wants to know each and every piece of gossip that filters through the minds of the festival attendees. Maybe they'll find something interesting to do, like pranks or treasure or blackmail.
Meanwhile, Nova hooks her arm with Calypso's as she scans the crowd for a specific someone with undisguised interest. "Do you see Jack?" Now that she knows of his 'death,' she's intrigued to see how he's doing. Does he look undead? Is he nicer now? Should she have brought a lantern for him? The thoughts may linger on the macabre, but Nova wonders them with a light skip and a hum devoid of any concern for the matter. Whatever they may discover, she was here for good food and drama.
Meanwhile, Nova hooks her arm with Calypso's as she scans the crowd for a specific someone with undisguised interest. "Do you see Jack?" Now that she knows of his 'death,' she's intrigued to see how he's doing. Does he look undead? Is he nicer now? Should she have brought a lantern for him? The thoughts may linger on the macabre, but Nova wonders them with a light skip and a hum devoid of any concern for the matter. Whatever they may discover, she was here for good food and drama.
Nova
I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
