Nova
She hangs on to the grief a moment longer, remembering what it feels like - so she can make sure it never happens again. Her arms tighten around Safrin, nodding as she grasps at Caly too. Seren will forever be in her heart, not only as the loss of a sibling she'd never met, but as a cautionary tale for the triplets. A warning that life can be taken as quickly and easily as its given. It's why she's reluctant to release the two women as the topic turns to deadly causes.
From anyone else, Nova would puff her chest and claim confidence in her own abilities to protect herself, but this is Safrin warning her. If her mother doesn't think they stand a chance against whatever it is - if it killed their demigod sister - maybe she should take the threat more seriously. So as she pulls away, her brows are scrunched in concern. Glancing at her sister, she nods her head again. "Okay, mom. We will."
Although more dim that before, Nova smiles up at their mother, trying to elicit the same bubbling excitement she'd had coming here. She raises her wrist for Safrin to observe the silver bracelet on her arm. The opal sits at the center of the delicate chain, tiny dangling stars spaced equally around the bracelet. Caly's is identical, only trading the silver for gold to match her sister's golden brightness. Despite the heaviness on her heart, a pulse of pride glows in her eyes, eager to hear their mother's praise.
From anyone else, Nova would puff her chest and claim confidence in her own abilities to protect herself, but this is Safrin warning her. If her mother doesn't think they stand a chance against whatever it is - if it killed their demigod sister - maybe she should take the threat more seriously. So as she pulls away, her brows are scrunched in concern. Glancing at her sister, she nods her head again. "Okay, mom. We will."
Although more dim that before, Nova smiles up at their mother, trying to elicit the same bubbling excitement she'd had coming here. She raises her wrist for Safrin to observe the silver bracelet on her arm. The opal sits at the center of the delicate chain, tiny dangling stars spaced equally around the bracelet. Caly's is identical, only trading the silver for gold to match her sister's golden brightness. Despite the heaviness on her heart, a pulse of pride glows in her eyes, eager to hear their mother's praise.
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
