Nova
Happiness and confidence
Nova steers clear of the pretty purple flowers, nearly holding her breath in case they're somehow similar to the nasty Void variations in Hak Etme. She knows the Void can't reach here, but logic doesn't help the discomfort the makes her linger closer to Vesper. Her magic feels a little frazzled, tingling at her fingertips to remind her of its presence through bits of shimmering starlight and ocean breezes in her yellow and blonde hair.
As if it's only natural, she ignores the overactivity as she looks through the crowd for anything interesting. Politics aren't really her 'thing' but when she spots Melita speaking first, Nova narrows her eyes, suddenly even less invested in the conversation. She might have walked away if Vespy wasn't lounging like stone against the pillar, no signs of leaving. So she settles for fidgeting, twisting the hem of her red dress between her fingers as she waits for them to finish talking.
As if it's only natural, she ignores the overactivity as she looks through the crowd for anything interesting. Politics aren't really her 'thing' but when she spots Melita speaking first, Nova narrows her eyes, suddenly even less invested in the conversation. She might have walked away if Vespy wasn't lounging like stone against the pillar, no signs of leaving. So she settles for fidgeting, twisting the hem of her red dress between her fingers as she waits for them to finish talking.
are the prettiest things you can wear
