Nova
Brightening even more, she crouches lower. "Hi Sol! I'm Nova!" The dragon is so sweet, and Nova reaches her free hand eagerly forward to scratch beneath his chin. She giggles at the smooth warmth of scales beneath her fingertips. They would make a great dress, glittering better than sequins and much cooler. It's just a matter of getting them, and she lifts her blue eyes to the man (Zavien?), considering his proposal.
Lips pursed in a slight pout, she hums, scratching again along Sol's chin. "I guess that works." Although if he doesn't keep his word, the man will find himself pestered by Nova until she procures the scales.
Nova suddenly leaps to her feet, blonde curls bouncing around her face, yellow fabric brushing her legs, face alight with thought and enthusiasm. "Oh! I should get going! I need to get these to my mom!" She lifts her hand to show the frozen flowers before twirling in a circle, glancing back to give an energetic wave. "Bye Sol! See you around!" And then she's rushing off in a flurry of sparkles and skipping chaos.
Lips pursed in a slight pout, she hums, scratching again along Sol's chin. "I guess that works." Although if he doesn't keep his word, the man will find himself pestered by Nova until she procures the scales.
Nova suddenly leaps to her feet, blonde curls bouncing around her face, yellow fabric brushing her legs, face alight with thought and enthusiasm. "Oh! I should get going! I need to get these to my mom!" She lifts her hand to show the frozen flowers before twirling in a circle, glancing back to give an energetic wave. "Bye Sol! See you around!" And then she's rushing off in a flurry of sparkles and skipping chaos.
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
