Nova
Letting Marcus drift away without another thought, Nova scrubs between two of the links, tongue sticking out like it might ease the rag deeper into the metal. The friction and polishing oils make it so bright that when she leans back, she swears it's glowing a soft white light. It looks as perfect as the day she made it, the tiny gems sparkling against the silver, like it's been imbued with true starlight.
Nova angles it every direction, scrutinizing the creation for any imperfections. "Maybe ghosts? Or treasures people left behind?" She flashes Caly a mischievous grin, looking way too excited about dead people and haunted loot, although she's equally as enticed by the possibility of people or strange creatures that may lurk in the crumbling ruins. "Do you think anyone lives there now?"
Nova angles it every direction, scrutinizing the creation for any imperfections. "Maybe ghosts? Or treasures people left behind?" She flashes Caly a mischievous grin, looking way too excited about dead people and haunted loot, although she's equally as enticed by the possibility of people or strange creatures that may lurk in the crumbling ruins. "Do you think anyone lives there now?"
Let your light shine,
no matter how dark the world around you.
no matter how dark the world around you.
