I keep stars in my pockets
wear daisies in my hair
wear daisies in my hair
Nova is darting around town like a woodland Fae, her feet barely touching the ground as she goes about making sure everyone is doing their tasks properly. She can't have them ruining her festival with terrible taste in flowers or bad eyesight - honestly, who thinks putting yellow lettering on a plane white board is enough to draw peoples' attention? This is a festival! She expects to see colors and patterns and lights and glitter everywhere people look! And since no one else seems to know what they're doing, Nova has taken it upon herself to be involved in every aspect.
The only problem has been these muddy roads, always threatening to eat away the supplies they've set down or worse, her shoes. It's been very obnoxious, slowing their progress at most opportunities and nearly managing to snag her glittery pink sneakers with their grubby swells. Luckily, Nova is amazing and she's gotten pretty good at freezing the ground beneath her feet. Just when a muddy tendril reaches for her, ice and frost solidify it in place, making the perfect steppingstone as she skips across the street.
On her way to the bakery to check on the rainbow macaron display, Nova pauses in the middle of the road, her shimmering attention snagging on a familiar face. Perched confidently on her island of ice, she waves her arm, grinning from ear to ear. "Hi Colt! Did you come to help with the festival?!"
The only problem has been these muddy roads, always threatening to eat away the supplies they've set down or worse, her shoes. It's been very obnoxious, slowing their progress at most opportunities and nearly managing to snag her glittery pink sneakers with their grubby swells. Luckily, Nova is amazing and she's gotten pretty good at freezing the ground beneath her feet. Just when a muddy tendril reaches for her, ice and frost solidify it in place, making the perfect steppingstone as she skips across the street.
On her way to the bakery to check on the rainbow macaron display, Nova pauses in the middle of the road, her shimmering attention snagging on a familiar face. Perched confidently on her island of ice, she waves her arm, grinning from ear to ear. "Hi Colt! Did you come to help with the festival?!"
Nova
but I tuck you tenderly in the folds of my heart
and take you everywhere
and take you everywhere
