Nova
She might as well be a hot air balloon with how Nova floats into the festival. Her dress is a vibrant display of rainbow sequins that billow in the breeze, taking flight and billowing as she twirls through the stalls, giggling like a weightless puff of glitter. Her hands stretch to snag sweets and any trinkets she can get her fingers on. They nearly grab a colorful egg from a booth before she recognizes the design, a delighted gasp ripping from her chest.
Nova nearly separates from her shoes with the force of her bounce, eyes latching onto the vendor who stands there. "Are you the one who made the eggs?!" Per usual, she doesn't wait for a response before she pulls her own find from her dress pocket, pointing at the artwork painted across the sides. "I had a few suggestions - " Nova then launches into her list of advice on how to add glitter, get the colors brighter, and maybe even imbue some magic into them.
Nova found an egg in: [SE] You can't love without the loss and that's the cost
Nova nearly separates from her shoes with the force of her bounce, eyes latching onto the vendor who stands there. "Are you the one who made the eggs?!" Per usual, she doesn't wait for a response before she pulls her own find from her dress pocket, pointing at the artwork painted across the sides. "I had a few suggestions - " Nova then launches into her list of advice on how to add glitter, get the colors brighter, and maybe even imbue some magic into them.
Nova found an egg in: [SE] You can't love without the loss and that's the cost
The dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Really do come true
