Let's commit the perfect crime.
When everyone else is sweating and melting into piles of disgusting body odor, Nova sparkles in the heat. The sheen of moisture along her exposed body glistens bright in the harsh sunlight filtering through the smoke, the occasional snowflake drifting down around the blonde and red curls that bounce with her enthusiasm. Reality seems to ripple and shimmer around her, the fabric of her short, open-backed dress fluttering in a breeze of her own making. Gold and white material attaches to her shoulders in a faux sleeve style, flapping behind her so that they look shockingly similar to the membranous wings of a dragon.
She skips through the crowd to the beat of the music, hooking arms with someone as she spins and laughs then moves to the next person, slowly making her way closer to the bonfire in the center. Still, she takes her time, snagging a free sample of something bright and sweet, waving to a group of somewhat familiar people, and singing along to the music without knowing a single word. By the time she reaches the middle, she's drawn more than a few eyes, but that's not even the start of things.
Grinning vibrantly up at the roaring flame, Nova reaches an arm into the glittering bag at her side to pull out a bound and inconspicuous item - as inconspicuous as something painted in gold can be. Then she tosses it into the fire with a hop and a knowing giggle.
The moment it comes in contact with the flames, it erupts in a burst of sparks and color, the blast breaking through the sound of revelry like a demand for attention. Uncontained, the firework explodes into the sky, a true offering for a god.
Nova arrives and gives Tanau the present of her presence fireworks.
She skips through the crowd to the beat of the music, hooking arms with someone as she spins and laughs then moves to the next person, slowly making her way closer to the bonfire in the center. Still, she takes her time, snagging a free sample of something bright and sweet, waving to a group of somewhat familiar people, and singing along to the music without knowing a single word. By the time she reaches the middle, she's drawn more than a few eyes, but that's not even the start of things.
Grinning vibrantly up at the roaring flame, Nova reaches an arm into the glittering bag at her side to pull out a bound and inconspicuous item - as inconspicuous as something painted in gold can be. Then she tosses it into the fire with a hop and a knowing giggle.
The moment it comes in contact with the flames, it erupts in a burst of sparks and color, the blast breaking through the sound of revelry like a demand for attention. Uncontained, the firework explodes into the sky, a true offering for a god.
Nova arrives and gives Tanau the present of her presence fireworks.
Nova
I'll steal your heart, and you steal mine.
