Nova
Here's to alcohol,
Nova arrives late to the party, but has the party really started if she's not there?
As expected, she announces the addition of her presence in a flurry of glitter and beaming excitement. Her rainbow feathers shift into a pale blue cloak that flutters around her like a cyclone of color, wrapping around the energetic movement of her limbs like currents of air that might lift her to take flight at any moment. The fabric shimmers with an iridescent beauty, stitched with small dragonflies reflecting a rainbow of colors as she moves.
Nova's broad smile spreads across her face, stretching the stars on her cheeks as she takes in the myriad of lantern designs. She has a few comments and suggestions for some of them, and they all need more glitter, but she finds it pretty anyways.
Her eyes search the crowd for someone in particular as she thinks of the wreath they'd laid amongst the Mathair's branches, her blonde and pink curls flaring around her face as she scans the flow of people.
Nova has no viable lanterns!
As expected, she announces the addition of her presence in a flurry of glitter and beaming excitement. Her rainbow feathers shift into a pale blue cloak that flutters around her like a cyclone of color, wrapping around the energetic movement of her limbs like currents of air that might lift her to take flight at any moment. The fabric shimmers with an iridescent beauty, stitched with small dragonflies reflecting a rainbow of colors as she moves.
Nova's broad smile spreads across her face, stretching the stars on her cheeks as she takes in the myriad of lantern designs. She has a few comments and suggestions for some of them, and they all need more glitter, but she finds it pretty anyways.
Her eyes search the crowd for someone in particular as she thinks of the wreath they'd laid amongst the Mathair's branches, her blonde and pink curls flaring around her face as she scans the flow of people.
Nova has no viable lanterns!
the rose-colored glasses of life.
