Nova
The greatest gift
you can give someone
you can give someone
"Well that's a boring way to live." Without magic or magical girls? She couldn't imagine how draining that must be. And the lack of colors?! Nova is almost offended by the idea that some people live in a world of black and grey, going about their lives as if it isn't her worst nightmare.
Content to leave people to their miserable existences, she grins brightly at the suggestion. "I like how you think, Soleil!" She gives a giggle and an energetic bounce, eager to make stuff explode in bursts of brilliant color. Her magic seems the glitter and wiggle down her body, just waiting to be let loose as she follows behind her new friends, looking for a spot to set up.
Nova winces slightly at the question, realizing that the woman may have found a fault in her 'perfect' plans. "I haven't measured exactly how far, but only a few feet." Before Soleil can shame or accuse her, Nova lifts her head defensively. "I'm working on it." And then, to keep the topic off any mistaken 'weaknesses' she may have, the vibrant hybrid bounds forward to a dip in the dark stone. "What about here?!" There's a crack between two large black rocks, the space ideal for stuffing explosives and compacting the combustive reaction. And, if necessary, there's a shelf of rock nearby that would help them hide from the debris.
Content to leave people to their miserable existences, she grins brightly at the suggestion. "I like how you think, Soleil!" She gives a giggle and an energetic bounce, eager to make stuff explode in bursts of brilliant color. Her magic seems the glitter and wiggle down her body, just waiting to be let loose as she follows behind her new friends, looking for a spot to set up.
Nova winces slightly at the question, realizing that the woman may have found a fault in her 'perfect' plans. "I haven't measured exactly how far, but only a few feet." Before Soleil can shame or accuse her, Nova lifts her head defensively. "I'm working on it." And then, to keep the topic off any mistaken 'weaknesses' she may have, the vibrant hybrid bounds forward to a dip in the dark stone. "What about here?!" There's a crack between two large black rocks, the space ideal for stuffing explosives and compacting the combustive reaction. And, if necessary, there's a shelf of rock nearby that would help them hide from the debris.
is the space to be his or her
authentic self.
authentic self.
