Nova
After every storm, there is a rainbow.
Apparently Nova missed the memo about 'weapons' (isn't she fearsome enough?), so when she joined the others, she had little more than the sparkly pin in her hair to fight with - not that it bothered her any. She skipped into the group like the heat wasn't pressing against them from every side. That might also be due to the slight breeze that her magic stirred with each movement, a slight shimmer to it that others might notice as illusion magic.
Spotting the pale Ancient, Nova waved her hand excitedly. "Hi Maea! I brought my lantern!" Hers was more decorative than functional, but the light still filtered through the starry cutouts when she raised it for her to see. The light caught against her teal and blonde hair, making the pearly sheen of her dress flash in the darkness. It was almost as bright as her smile that stretched the white stars of her freckles.
Nova arrives as woefully unprepared as usual! She has herself, a pretty lantern, and her peppy energy!
Spotting the pale Ancient, Nova waved her hand excitedly. "Hi Maea! I brought my lantern!" Hers was more decorative than functional, but the light still filtered through the starry cutouts when she raised it for her to see. The light caught against her teal and blonde hair, making the pearly sheen of her dress flash in the darkness. It was almost as bright as her smile that stretched the white stars of her freckles.
Nova arrives as woefully unprepared as usual! She has herself, a pretty lantern, and her peppy energy!
