[SE] no one mourns the Void

Nova

After finishing her training with Vesper, Nova had stolen off with giggles and puffs of glitter, pretending that she had a similar teleportation ability. It might be cool to have one day, but she wonders if it's nearly as fun as skipping. Because as she skips through the flowers and scattered benches, it seems like the hopping, bouncing motion would be way too fun to give up. Who needs to get places faster when they can just jaunt down a path?

She hums something bright and cheerful, her sparkly unicorn dress catching the sunlight like a beacon for the creatures - full of magic and glitter. It doesn't compare to the tiny specks of starlight that occasionally burst around her when she spins, but nothing can compare to that. Especially not the dirty stained glass bench that comes into view, a woman crouched at its side. 

Nova hops to a stop next to her, hinging forward to look at the dirt and grime that had come to cover the sacred place for offerings and memories alike. The teal strands of her blonde hair fall forward to frame her star-freckled face as she tilts her head, curiosity making her words shimmer. "What are you doing?"

as many as the stars in the sky
that no one can count
as many as the grains of sand on the seashore
that no one can measure