Nova
What you think of yourself
They landed easily in the cobblestone street, Nova shifting out of colorful feathers while Soh's hooves clopped against the stone. The street was fairly busy, people coming or going from their homes while others milled about the small stores people ran from inside their homes. Rain sprinkled from the sky, keeping the road damp and the people limiting their time outside without umbrellas or raincoats.
But Nova didn't mind. Her red and blonde hair was perfectly dry, her magic rebelling against the weather with impressive force. Jeff scurried from Soh's bag back onto her shoulder, his white hat bright in the dim light that did nothing to dampen Nova's excitement. "I heard there was a really good pizza place around here!" She skipped as she looked back to Soh, grinning wide at the prospect of food.
But Nova didn't mind. Her red and blonde hair was perfectly dry, her magic rebelling against the weather with impressive force. Jeff scurried from Soh's bag back onto her shoulder, his white hat bright in the dim light that did nothing to dampen Nova's excitement. "I heard there was a really good pizza place around here!" She skipped as she looked back to Soh, grinning wide at the prospect of food.
is more important than what people think of you
