There's no night without stars
She's vowed never to wear black, the color too macabre and depressing - but Nova makes an exception this time. The heavy material of the dress is a velvety black with bits of speckled gems scattered throughout, making it look like a curtain of the night sky has been draped over her. Even her hair has forgone the signature stripe of color, only the moon hairpin keeping the golden strands from her somber eyes.
It's strange to mourn a sister never met. Nova feels a delicacy to life that she hasn't known before, a deep appreciation for the siblings at her side. She can't seem to feel the same level of sorrow as everyone gathered. No tears brim her eyes, no offering fills her hands. All she brings is a silent mourning for what could have been, and what she hopes to never experience. She clutches as Vesper's hand on her shoulder, squeezing it tightly as she stands in solidarity with those present.
It's strange to mourn a sister never met. Nova feels a delicacy to life that she hasn't known before, a deep appreciation for the siblings at her side. She can't seem to feel the same level of sorrow as everyone gathered. No tears brim her eyes, no offering fills her hands. All she brings is a silent mourning for what could have been, and what she hopes to never experience. She clutches as Vesper's hand on her shoulder, squeezing it tightly as she stands in solidarity with those present.
~ Nova ~
