Nova
Placing her last glittering rock at the top of her pile, Nova raises her head to look at Flora. As much as she'd like to inflate a horse's ego (and she very much would), she's much too interested in the current sorting progress of the rocks, noting that they'd all agreed to do it her way. Bouncing on the tip of her toes, she waves her hand in the air. "Ooh ooh! I call all the sparkly ones!"
Leaving Soh or Flora to get the wagon, she flits between the piles, collecting her favorite colorful masterpieces while tossing any drab ones into a discard pile to be sorted the boring way later. One particularly gray mass plunks onto the others with a force that suggests it might have offended her, even as her expression remains buoyantly content with the work. A hum rings from her as she progresses through the selection of rocks, occasionally giggling as one shone a little brighter in her hands.
Leaving Soh or Flora to get the wagon, she flits between the piles, collecting her favorite colorful masterpieces while tossing any drab ones into a discard pile to be sorted the boring way later. One particularly gray mass plunks onto the others with a force that suggests it might have offended her, even as her expression remains buoyantly content with the work. A hum rings from her as she progresses through the selection of rocks, occasionally giggling as one shone a little brighter in her hands.
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
