Nova
Here's to alcohol,
She hadn't expected her whiny admission to prompt any action, just speaking it aloud as she debated reaching into her bag for a snack. However, Marcus appeared to take it as a challenge, and when he sprung to his feet with a light in his eyes, Nova just blinked. For a moment, he towered over her, outlined in the red of the river, brimming with enthusiasm and excitement that she appreciated with an artist's eye.
He was very nice to look at. Dark hair, blue eyes, a sincere smile. There was a ruggedness to him after running through the forest with her, but his years of hunting seemed to make the exertion and exhaustion second nature, the rumple of his clothes and ruffling of his hair fitting him more than any glitter she might have put on him.
Before she could tell him she had plenty of food for the both of them, Marcus wandered off towards the forest, and not wanting to ruin his fun, she didn't call out. Instead, she leaned back farther into the grass, her eyes drifting up towards the stars that were starting to wink into the night sky. The gravity of laying down pulled at her eyelids, a yawn interrupting her admiration of her mother's domain.
By the time Marcus was returning, Nova had drifted to sleep. A soft, delicate snore accented her breath every few seconds, her mouth laying partially open as if she might leap into another monologue about pretty things at any moment. She'd curled onto her side at some point, tucking her legs up towards her so that her pink sweater dress covered more.
He was very nice to look at. Dark hair, blue eyes, a sincere smile. There was a ruggedness to him after running through the forest with her, but his years of hunting seemed to make the exertion and exhaustion second nature, the rumple of his clothes and ruffling of his hair fitting him more than any glitter she might have put on him.
Before she could tell him she had plenty of food for the both of them, Marcus wandered off towards the forest, and not wanting to ruin his fun, she didn't call out. Instead, she leaned back farther into the grass, her eyes drifting up towards the stars that were starting to wink into the night sky. The gravity of laying down pulled at her eyelids, a yawn interrupting her admiration of her mother's domain.
By the time Marcus was returning, Nova had drifted to sleep. A soft, delicate snore accented her breath every few seconds, her mouth laying partially open as if she might leap into another monologue about pretty things at any moment. She'd curled onto her side at some point, tucking her legs up towards her so that her pink sweater dress covered more.
the rose-colored glasses of life.
