Nova
Her pile grows steadily, a vast array of colors glittering in the sunlight as she skips back and forth. She knows it looks good, but to hear her new friend say as much makes her smile, a beaming brilliant thing. "Thanks, Flora!" The cute nickname also makes her giggle, not even noticing as she picks up a purple rock to add to her collection.
Nova hasn't heard of 'spoutstones' either, but she's never worked with fountains before, and she's much more concerned about the sorting process, a frown on her lips. "We're not going to sort by color? That sounds boring." Although, she has to admit that the chaotic randomness of adding stones would be prettier than an organized progression of the rainbow, however, that doesn't change the fact that she'd rather focus on the brighter, more sparkly stones that which ones were shaped like a rock.
Nova hasn't heard of 'spoutstones' either, but she's never worked with fountains before, and she's much more concerned about the sorting process, a frown on her lips. "We're not going to sort by color? That sounds boring." Although, she has to admit that the chaotic randomness of adding stones would be prettier than an organized progression of the rainbow, however, that doesn't change the fact that she'd rather focus on the brighter, more sparkly stones that which ones were shaped like a rock.
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
