Nova
We are beautiful things, wild things,
"Oooh. That's so cool! I wore a velvet dress the other day. It's such a soft material, but a little heavy for my tastes." Plus, it was black. She wasn't really into the drab color. The gems had certainly helped make it more appealing, but she still didn't like the way it made her feel; she had been weighed down, whether with the material of the presence of uncomfortable grief. Whatever the reason, she brushed it off with ease.
Just as intended, Maea's question stole her attention from the dress, making her look around at the springs for any signs of 'unusual' flowers. "No, I haven't. Why? What do you need them for?" Flipping in the water from her stomach to her back then over again, she hummed. "Are they pretty? Valuable?" She looked to Maea expectantly, wondering what might be so interesting about the flowers, and whether she might want some too.
Just as intended, Maea's question stole her attention from the dress, making her look around at the springs for any signs of 'unusual' flowers. "No, I haven't. Why? What do you need them for?" Flipping in the water from her stomach to her back then over again, she hummed. "Are they pretty? Valuable?" She looked to Maea expectantly, wondering what might be so interesting about the flowers, and whether she might want some too.
searching for the brilliance within us.
