The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
It's her turn to ruffle her hand through his hair with a playful giggle. "Good. We need more people with fashion like me." A puff of glitter falls from the movement, and she winks before spinning around to take another lick of her delicious ice cream, very pleased with her contribution to his outfit.
Nova can't disagree with Vespy's stipulation on dimensional travel, not liking the idea of being stranded gods knew how far from her siblings. It's almost as bad as the other idea he plants in her mind, and she gasps in horror. No sweets?! No glitter?! No singing?! She clutches her ice cream close, shielding it from the nightmare that threatens to rip it from her clutches. "Such a world can't possibly exist!" Pausing, she seriously considers it, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Suddenly very concerned by the idea, she gapes at him. "Can it?" It's like imaging a world without color, like death.
Nova can't disagree with Vespy's stipulation on dimensional travel, not liking the idea of being stranded gods knew how far from her siblings. It's almost as bad as the other idea he plants in her mind, and she gasps in horror. No sweets?! No glitter?! No singing?! She clutches her ice cream close, shielding it from the nightmare that threatens to rip it from her clutches. "Such a world can't possibly exist!" Pausing, she seriously considers it, eyes narrowing suspiciously. Suddenly very concerned by the idea, she gapes at him. "Can it?" It's like imaging a world without color, like death.
Nova
