Nova
Here's to alcohol,
Nova watched him as he shifted, noting the way the sarcasm fell away, eyes trading between the red river and her. She tilted her head to look at him more closely, some of the fight and indignation softening to open curiosity. "Then how will people know how awesome and strong I am?" She didn't comment on his specification that she didn't need to prove herself to him, although her eyes seemed to ask the question. What made him any different?
Marcus was fun and easy to talk to and she liked hanging out with him, but he wasn't like her siblings. They were the other parts of her. They were the other stars in her constellation, formed together, as one, then raised together, as one. It gave them the ability to know just how incredible she was without her needing to say or do anything. How were other people supposed to know that unless she showed them?
Her eyes followed as he threw a rock towards the river, glittering with clear delight when it skipped once then plopped into the water only to drift to the bottom and fall out the other side onto the ground with a thunk. She giggled, retrieving her own rock and throwing it into the currents. The effort was slightly labored although her breath had calmed, the rock plopping into the river without skipping like Marcus's had. It was slightly annoying, but she chose to enjoy the way the rock twisted and sun through the Crimson Cataract and back onto the dirt ground.
Marcus was fun and easy to talk to and she liked hanging out with him, but he wasn't like her siblings. They were the other parts of her. They were the other stars in her constellation, formed together, as one, then raised together, as one. It gave them the ability to know just how incredible she was without her needing to say or do anything. How were other people supposed to know that unless she showed them?
Her eyes followed as he threw a rock towards the river, glittering with clear delight when it skipped once then plopped into the water only to drift to the bottom and fall out the other side onto the ground with a thunk. She giggled, retrieving her own rock and throwing it into the currents. The effort was slightly labored although her breath had calmed, the rock plopping into the river without skipping like Marcus's had. It was slightly annoying, but she chose to enjoy the way the rock twisted and sun through the Crimson Cataract and back onto the dirt ground.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
