Nova
Here's to alcohol,
On her quest for fun, Nova weaves through the crowd. She moves like a current, brushing past without making physical contact, even as her magic hovers in the air around her. Whether it's glitter or a stream of cool air, people notice her despite the darkness, drawing gazes as she bounces to stop in front of a stall.
The kiosk is a display of miniature apple pies that smell divine and she leans closer to the attendant, beaming a bright smile. Ordering four, she ignores the warning from the kind attendant who was talking about alcohol for some reason? Nova just gathers the pies into her arms, mouth watering and eyes glittering with excitement as she moves to find a corner to enjoy her snack.
The kiosk is a display of miniature apple pies that smell divine and she leans closer to the attendant, beaming a bright smile. Ordering four, she ignores the warning from the kind attendant who was talking about alcohol for some reason? Nova just gathers the pies into her arms, mouth watering and eyes glittering with excitement as she moves to find a corner to enjoy her snack.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
