Nova
The best way to predict the future
is to create it.
is to create it.
Nova is perhaps a little less than thrilled to be summoned when she'd had plans to be in Halo this season. It means she'll have to delay her trip another day or two when she'd really been looking forward to spending time with someone who won't judge her for wanting to - *gasp* - practice. Sunjata's letter had made it sound important though, and she resigns herself to helping... 'move tress'? She's not really sure what he means by that, but she figures her magic will probably be of some help in one way or another.
Not really wanting to ruin a cute outfit in the dirt and mud of melting snow, Nova wears a pair of thigh high tan boots with gold trim and accents beneath her jeans and brown leather jacket. It keeps out the lingering chill, her blonde and green curls tucked tight around her neck like a scarf. The bunch of her shoulders hides some of the disquiet in her when Nova arrives to meet the group.
Blue eyes glitter when she inhales a deep breath through the fog, a smile growing across her face when she looks at Sunjata. "Is that coffee?"
Not really wanting to ruin a cute outfit in the dirt and mud of melting snow, Nova wears a pair of thigh high tan boots with gold trim and accents beneath her jeans and brown leather jacket. It keeps out the lingering chill, her blonde and green curls tucked tight around her neck like a scarf. The bunch of her shoulders hides some of the disquiet in her when Nova arrives to meet the group.
Blue eyes glitter when she inhales a deep breath through the fog, a smile growing across her face when she looks at Sunjata. "Is that coffee?"
