Nova
It feels almost as if LongNight lingers, dampening the starlight like a thick layer of clouds. Nova's excitement stutters in her chest at the subdued entrance of their mother. Perhaps she hadn't truly understood or accepted the reality of Seren's loss and what it meant. Yet with Safrin's grief-filled eyes, she suddenly saw the impact, recognizing that Torchline hadn't just lost a citizen, and Ronin a daughter, but they'd lost a sister. It's a sobering thought that has her immediately running to embrace the goddess.
"Mom." Her voice is soft and tender, so different from her usual bubbly tone. She may not have met the demigod, but she's met Caly and Vespy, and just the thought of losing them gives her a glimpse of what the grief might be like. It's potent and painful, making her cling all the more to those close to her. Her eyes turn to find her sister, needing the visual confirmation that her imagination hasn't come true, that she's lost the sister she didn't know rather than the one who feels more like a third of herself.
"Mom." Her voice is soft and tender, so different from her usual bubbly tone. She may not have met the demigod, but she's met Caly and Vespy, and just the thought of losing them gives her a glimpse of what the grief might be like. It's potent and painful, making her cling all the more to those close to her. Her eyes turn to find her sister, needing the visual confirmation that her imagination hasn't come true, that she's lost the sister she didn't know rather than the one who feels more like a third of herself.
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
