Stronger with every loss,
Nova nods her head as Liam talks. He describes the creature well enough, down to the strange sand-light-stuff pouring from its mouth and wounds. She hums her confirmation before pausing to consider Maea's thoughts, shrugging her shoulders as she breaks the news. "All that was left was some bag that Kaisel picked up." As for what was in the bag, she didn't really know or care. The thing's dead and no one got hurt because of her. She likes the think it's all over now.
The offer to join them is met with a small giggle, looking at the small space on the side of the hammock. As much as she appreciates the offer - and she really does - Nova hesitates, doubting that it will be the most comfortable, or that it will help much with people thinking she's 'childish.'
Shifting her feet, she glances between the two. "Are you sure? It doesn't look like there's much room. I could find another hammock." There's one close by where they could still chat, one where they won't be trying to imbed limbs where they don't belong.
The offer to join them is met with a small giggle, looking at the small space on the side of the hammock. As much as she appreciates the offer - and she really does - Nova hesitates, doubting that it will be the most comfortable, or that it will help much with people thinking she's 'childish.'
Shifting her feet, she glances between the two. "Are you sure? It doesn't look like there's much room. I could find another hammock." There's one close by where they could still chat, one where they won't be trying to imbed limbs where they don't belong.
brighter with every win
Nova
