Nova
Nova watches with wonder (and more than a little pride) as Safrin brushes a delicate finger over her handiwork. They suddenly glitter and glow like a bundle of stars against her wrist. She gasps lightly, bringing it closer to her face to admire it. "You made them so much prettier!" Nova wants to bask in the warmth of their accomplishment and Safrin's presence, but the grief seems to linger, tinging the moment with hesitancy.
How is she supposed to burn less bright? It seems so contradictory to her entire nature that she can't even imagine what that would look like. What she would look like. Not sure what to say, Nova just nods her head slowly, choosing to take them as a warning to be cautious.
Feeling her mother already start to drift away, she reaches forward for a final hug, moisture brimming her eyes at the imminent farewell. "Thank you, mom. We promise to come see you again soon." If only to embrace her more.
How is she supposed to burn less bright? It seems so contradictory to her entire nature that she can't even imagine what that would look like. What she would look like. Not sure what to say, Nova just nods her head slowly, choosing to take them as a warning to be cautious.
Feeling her mother already start to drift away, she reaches forward for a final hug, moisture brimming her eyes at the imminent farewell. "Thank you, mom. We promise to come see you again soon." If only to embrace her more.
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
