Nova
Unaware that her brilliant personality is a little too bright for this woman, Nova is very much like the physical embodiment of glitter that Panacea can't wipe off. She sticks stubbornly to the work, shimmering and unignorable as she bounces and hums. There's not much to the process, and she has to make it fun somehow, so she sets to a loud humming that has her magic singing along, adjusting the wax to make the glass shimmer in the sunlight.
Standing suddenly, Nova flicks a speck of dirt from her, a proud grin on her face. "Well, I think that about does it!" She looks to the woman, indicating to where the colors glint and cast rainbow glows against the ground, dazzling in its beauty. "See?! Sparkles!" Bouncing, she giggles, "You're welcome!" Then, like a fairy zipping off to the next flower, Nova spins, her arms thrown out wide as she skips away, exceptionally pleased with her work.
Standing suddenly, Nova flicks a speck of dirt from her, a proud grin on her face. "Well, I think that about does it!" She looks to the woman, indicating to where the colors glint and cast rainbow glows against the ground, dazzling in its beauty. "See?! Sparkles!" Bouncing, she giggles, "You're welcome!" Then, like a fairy zipping off to the next flower, Nova spins, her arms thrown out wide as she skips away, exceptionally pleased with her work.
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
