Nova
Here's to alcohol,
Hearing her name through the din of chaos, Nova looks around to spot Colt nearby. Grinning, she responds with a full-body wave, the fireworks' fuses fluttering in her hands. "Colt! Hi!" Not wanting to have both her hands occupied, the bright red drink (luckily just punch) goes smoothly down her throat, the empty glass finding a place on a table along the way.
She bounces forward, mud slapping against the cherry bedazzled rainboots peeking from beneath her iridescent outfit. Pink hair frames the brightness of her eyes when she giggles. "Do you want to light fireworks with me?" Not really waiting for an answer - because who doesn't want to watch things blow up? - Nova spins, seeing another friend that has her smile brightening. "Oh! Hi Thorn! Do you want to join us? It'll be fun!"
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Nova joins Colt and Hawthorn by the jerky stall and invites them to shoot fireworks.
She bounces forward, mud slapping against the cherry bedazzled rainboots peeking from beneath her iridescent outfit. Pink hair frames the brightness of her eyes when she giggles. "Do you want to light fireworks with me?" Not really waiting for an answer - because who doesn't want to watch things blow up? - Nova spins, seeing another friend that has her smile brightening. "Oh! Hi Thorn! Do you want to join us? It'll be fun!"
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Nova joins Colt and Hawthorn by the jerky stall and invites them to shoot fireworks.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
