Nova
While Marcus looked low throughout the foliage, Nova looked high. Her eyes roamed the colorful leaves, sending a wisp of air magic through the sunlit pieces to rattle the loose ones into her waiting hand. Some shimmered from the damp rain, nearly translucent in their new choice of color so that they could be shards of stained-glass layering in the palms of her hands. They didn't cut like glass, soft and delicate although not yet brittle with dryness. She wondered in passing if they'd make a cute dress.
Her magic also managed to snag a few loose acorns, and when she finally looked to the ground, she reached greedily for the orange and red flowers that had blossomed in the recent weeks, eyes alight to have found flowers at all. By the time she came back to the roots of the Mathair, Nova was nothing more than a pile of leaves and petals, yellows, oranges, and reds burying her sweater and face so that she was nothing more than a bush with bouncing curls and dancing feet.
The same feet that betrayed her with the buzzing excitement. So distracted with thoughts of decorating and making something pretty for the tree goddess, Nova couldn't see around the colors bundled in her arms. She missed the root that had the audacity to be somewhere it shouldn't, her skipping toe tip snagging at her balance and threatening to drag her to the ground. Surprise radiated up her spine, a small gasp escaping as she moved to catch herself.
Her magic also managed to snag a few loose acorns, and when she finally looked to the ground, she reached greedily for the orange and red flowers that had blossomed in the recent weeks, eyes alight to have found flowers at all. By the time she came back to the roots of the Mathair, Nova was nothing more than a pile of leaves and petals, yellows, oranges, and reds burying her sweater and face so that she was nothing more than a bush with bouncing curls and dancing feet.
The same feet that betrayed her with the buzzing excitement. So distracted with thoughts of decorating and making something pretty for the tree goddess, Nova couldn't see around the colors bundled in her arms. She missed the root that had the audacity to be somewhere it shouldn't, her skipping toe tip snagging at her balance and threatening to drag her to the ground. Surprise radiated up her spine, a small gasp escaping as she moved to catch herself.
as many as the stars in the sky
that no one can count
as many as the grains of sand on the seashore
that no one can measure
that no one can count
as many as the grains of sand on the seashore
that no one can measure
