Nova
We are beautiful things, wild things,
Momentarily distracted from trying to free her dress, Nova whipped her head towards the sound of a shout. It turned out to be coming from the sky, a small skyship floating down towards her. And was that - a dragon? She paused her movements to watch him descend, curiosity making her blue eyes glitter in the sunlight. After realizing it would take a moment, she shifted to finally release the thread of her sweater from the wood. When the man finally touched down, she was standing face-to-face with him, free to be her usual stubborn/naive self.
Nova narrowed her eyes indignantly at the annoyance. She hadn't asked him to intervene, and the last time someone had told her something was 'dangerous,' they'd bit her (extremely ironic). It seemed a little suspicious on her end, but she just shrugged her shoulders, giggling. "There's no need to be upset. I'm sure it can't be that bad. It's too pretty to be dangerous." As if beauty was any indicator of threat (she should be evidence enough of that), Nova smiled reassuringly, pointing to the array of colors. "See?"
Nova narrowed her eyes indignantly at the annoyance. She hadn't asked him to intervene, and the last time someone had told her something was 'dangerous,' they'd bit her (extremely ironic). It seemed a little suspicious on her end, but she just shrugged her shoulders, giggling. "There's no need to be upset. I'm sure it can't be that bad. It's too pretty to be dangerous." As if beauty was any indicator of threat (she should be evidence enough of that), Nova smiled reassuringly, pointing to the array of colors. "See?"
searching for the brilliance within us.
