She is like a wildflower
One moment she thinks she has a new fuzzy friend, and the next, she's being hissed at. Nova watches as the dragon (she thinks that's what it is?) runs from her, wrapping around the man in the strange outfit. Her sigh is a soft groan of disappointment, her arms falling down to her side. "Ugh. I guess so. Sorry, Pip. I promise not to trim you." There's hurt in her eyes, a small pout on her face at being told 'no,' and she wiggles her bare feet in the grass as she mourns the loss of such luxurious texture. She reaches out a reluctant hand again, biting at her lower lip in a hopeful expression as she asks, "Can I... at least study it close enough to make something similar? It's very pretty - you're very pretty." Her blue eyes glitter to see all the wondrous colors through her fur, wondering if she can make something similar one day.
In the meantime, she looks to Koa, tilting her head so that the pink strand of her hair catches the lighting, a bright smile on her face. "I'm Nova, by the way!" She scans him up and down, curiosity and confusion making her face scrunch adorably, her star freckles distorting across her cheeks. "You still didn't answer, what are you wearing? Is it armor? A magic item?"
In the meantime, she looks to Koa, tilting her head so that the pink strand of her hair catches the lighting, a bright smile on her face. "I'm Nova, by the way!" She scans him up and down, curiosity and confusion making her face scrunch adorably, her star freckles distorting across her cheeks. "You still didn't answer, what are you wearing? Is it armor? A magic item?"
beautiful, fierce, and free
Nova
