If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense
'Quiet' is not a word that anyone would ever use to describe the young hybrid. She skipped and giggled through the shelves, flames flickering and pages rustling in her wake. Even her clothes were loud, a neon pink dress with echo sharks stitched into a pattern of dark blue waves along the hemline fluttering around her legs as her turquoise and blonde hair billow around her head. The noise and obnoxious colors earned her more than a few glares and hushing sounds, but Nova just gave them an unbothered wave and went about her merry way.
She didn't stop until she saw mention of the gods, her soft slipper covered feet skidding to a halt as she let out a soft gasp. Unlike the reverent hands of an aged scholar, tender and delicate, her grabby fingers skimmed the spines of the books like she was perusing a candy store, rough and greedy. Unsurprisingly, she picked the prettiest one, a gold filagree along the edge of a purple leatherbound book. Nova ripped it from the shelf to inspect the cover, another giggle escaping as she saw the title embroidered in gold thread: The Benefits of the Gods. Knowing there had to be a section on her mom, she spun to find a table, suddenly spotting a familiar face hunched over tomes of dusty of boring looking texts. Her face lit up, the stars on her cheeks stretching with the motion. "Hi Maea! What are you doing here?!" A low groan sounded from nearby, but Nova didn't even look, skipping up to the Ancient's table without a care.
She didn't stop until she saw mention of the gods, her soft slipper covered feet skidding to a halt as she let out a soft gasp. Unlike the reverent hands of an aged scholar, tender and delicate, her grabby fingers skimmed the spines of the books like she was perusing a candy store, rough and greedy. Unsurprisingly, she picked the prettiest one, a gold filagree along the edge of a purple leatherbound book. Nova ripped it from the shelf to inspect the cover, another giggle escaping as she saw the title embroidered in gold thread: The Benefits of the Gods. Knowing there had to be a section on her mom, she spun to find a table, suddenly spotting a familiar face hunched over tomes of dusty of boring looking texts. Her face lit up, the stars on her cheeks stretching with the motion. "Hi Maea! What are you doing here?!" A low groan sounded from nearby, but Nova didn't even look, skipping up to the Ancient's table without a care.
Nova
