Nova
Unaware that she'd startled the woman, Nova just moves to tilt her head the other direction to inspect what she was working on. It's coated in a thick layer of dirt, but she can see the shimmer of foggy glass beneath, hinting at something that might have once been beautiful. She admittedly hasn't seen many shrines, but there are so many benches around that she questions the woman's assumption, giving a blink of unconvinced curiosity. "It looks like a bench to me."
Straightening, Nova clasps her hands behind her back, rocking from her heels to her toes and back as she continues staring at the project that's grasped her attention. It doesn't seem that hard, even if the layers look hardened and thick. A little bit of earth magic here and a bit of water magic there would surely clear it all away. It might even look pretty again.
She finally looks to the woman, her blue eyes sparkling when they catch the sunlight. There isn't a hint of sarcasm when she asks, "Why don't you just use magic? It'd be a lot easier."
Straightening, Nova clasps her hands behind her back, rocking from her heels to her toes and back as she continues staring at the project that's grasped her attention. It doesn't seem that hard, even if the layers look hardened and thick. A little bit of earth magic here and a bit of water magic there would surely clear it all away. It might even look pretty again.
She finally looks to the woman, her blue eyes sparkling when they catch the sunlight. There isn't a hint of sarcasm when she asks, "Why don't you just use magic? It'd be a lot easier."
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
that no one can count
as many as the grains of sand on the seashore
that no one can measure
