Nova
We are beautiful things, wild things,
Her body squirmed in a visceral reaction to the description. "Eeeew. That does not sound cute." Nova stuck her tongue out, pulling her arms in like it might protect her from the weird extra eyes that might be watching them. Her magic stood at the ready, buzzing through her body like a warning not to touch her. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone or anything else lurking around, so she gave a dramatic shiver to dispel the feeling.
Tuning her head to Maea, she clapped her hands. "I like playing games! Let's do it!" She jumped up to balance precariously on the edge of a pool, tapping her finger to her chin. "Hmm. Maybe something rhyming with 'Vox?'" She tried to wrack her brain for ideas, but nothing sounded appealing. Fox? Box? Locks? Rocks? A frustrated hum started in her chest, annoyance at being stumped by the game so soon. Her face scrunched adorably, distorting her starry freckles.
Tuning her head to Maea, she clapped her hands. "I like playing games! Let's do it!" She jumped up to balance precariously on the edge of a pool, tapping her finger to her chin. "Hmm. Maybe something rhyming with 'Vox?'" She tried to wrack her brain for ideas, but nothing sounded appealing. Fox? Box? Locks? Rocks? A frustrated hum started in her chest, annoyance at being stumped by the game so soon. Her face scrunched adorably, distorting her starry freckles.
searching for the brilliance within us.
