Maea
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand
Maea accepted the vial of glitter and admired the way it sparkled in the sunlight. "It's pretty. Not sure I know how to use it, though... where should I put it?" She knew better than to shoot down the idea, because saying no to Nova was difficult and experience told her that she'd be caving to pressure regardless of her own intent. Besides, what if the girl was right? A glance down at her plain white linen dress suggested there was indeed potential for sprucing it up - and just because it wasn't something she usually did, didn't mean she shouldn't try it.
"Did I know you can fly?" she smiled, as the girl came to sit down with her own cold treat in hand. "If you want to practice, I could keep you company. Might be a nice change of pace - relaxing is fine and all, but I don't seem to be cut out for it." At least not the kind where you simply sit around and do nothing. While less prone to brooding these days, it was still a bad habit of hers that she would be more than happy to shake. Especially if it meant spending time with Nova.
"Did I know you can fly?" she smiled, as the girl came to sit down with her own cold treat in hand. "If you want to practice, I could keep you company. Might be a nice change of pace - relaxing is fine and all, but I don't seem to be cut out for it." At least not the kind where you simply sit around and do nothing. While less prone to brooding these days, it was still a bad habit of hers that she would be more than happy to shake. Especially if it meant spending time with Nova.
You're looking at me like you don't know who I am
