The flower that blooms in adversity
More annoyed than startled by his repeat interruption, Nova pursed her lips and looked back to Marcus, waiting for him to give some excuse about being nervous or scared. He certainly looked concerned. His face was tense, stoney and serious as he pulled them back from the water.
Her feet dragged, scuffing the damp dirt until she stood impatiently waiting for him to explain why. She tilted her head and crossed her arms, confident and defiant of whatever excuse he meant to give. After all, she wasn't scared, so he shouldn't be either.
It was hard for her to admit that drifting in black nothingness didn't sound nearly as interesting as she'd thought it would be, but Nova also wasn't convinced that she wouldn't appear in the hilly reflection they saw in the water. She narrowed her eyes, stubbornly lifting her chin. "How do they know that?" If they'd gone and come back, she could easily test it for herself. She didn't get why Marcus was making such a big deal out of it, even to the point of thinking they'd need help.
Nova shook her head, blonde and purple hair having turned damp in the misty rain so that strands stuck to her star freckled cheeks. "I'm here. We don't need anyone else."
Her feet dragged, scuffing the damp dirt until she stood impatiently waiting for him to explain why. She tilted her head and crossed her arms, confident and defiant of whatever excuse he meant to give. After all, she wasn't scared, so he shouldn't be either.
It was hard for her to admit that drifting in black nothingness didn't sound nearly as interesting as she'd thought it would be, but Nova also wasn't convinced that she wouldn't appear in the hilly reflection they saw in the water. She narrowed her eyes, stubbornly lifting her chin. "How do they know that?" If they'd gone and come back, she could easily test it for herself. She didn't get why Marcus was making such a big deal out of it, even to the point of thinking they'd need help.
Nova shook her head, blonde and purple hair having turned damp in the misty rain so that strands stuck to her star freckled cheeks. "I'm here. We don't need anyone else."
Nova
is the most rare and beautiful of all.
