If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense
Nova didn't really get Maea's meaning, and the blank look in her eyes wasn't softened by her slow blink. "Weird. People are much more interesting to talk to." Perhaps it was rude to say as much, but the young hybrid wasn't exactly known for her filter. At least it was confusion rather than judgement, and she just shrugged her shoulders, deciding that whatever the purpose, it was beyond her simple desires. "I hope you're looking for finds you." Sure, the words were jumbled, but the sentiment was there.
Although initially pouting to hear any name other than Safrin's, Nova perked to hear another herald's name, not finding it odd that an Ancient would mention them over their own goddess. Instead, her face brightened, and she leaned forward, her book forgotten under the fold of her arms. "I heard Ludo would like me!" Particularly her delight with colorful explosives, but who wouldn't like fireworks? Giggling, she looked closely at Maea, curious to hear more about why she would dare put Mort's herald above her mom. "Why them?"
Although initially pouting to hear any name other than Safrin's, Nova perked to hear another herald's name, not finding it odd that an Ancient would mention them over their own goddess. Instead, her face brightened, and she leaned forward, her book forgotten under the fold of her arms. "I heard Ludo would like me!" Particularly her delight with colorful explosives, but who wouldn't like fireworks? Giggling, she looked closely at Maea, curious to hear more about why she would dare put Mort's herald above her mom. "Why them?"
Nova
