Ace or Hawk
It was always nice to see one's handy work displayed in such ways. Nova's eyes traveled around the trading post with a bemused smile on her face. Most of the costumes had been made by her demure nimble hands, though each and every one was made to the best of her ability there were a few that shown above all others. One of these was indeed her own. The light weight clay mask that obscured half her face was a brilliant star burst design and richly painted in vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows. Her once natural red hair was died in every color one could think off from lemon yellow to fire engine red to mach the vibrant colors of her mask. The thing that Nova was most proud of though was her tightly corseted dress of bright orange with a thin skirt of yellow, orange and red layered over top of each other.
Nova stayed to the shelter of one of the few trees in the trading post. She knew she couldn’t have any of the alcohol being offered. The one time she had a drink of it; it had greatly affected her already bad asthma. There were so many things that she couldn’t do…or shouldn’t. When her brother began to speak her attention was drawn to him. There were so many sinister things done in the world these days. So many wrongs committed just because they could be. She tried to not judge and give everyone a chance but things like that just made her wonder if there was still good in the hearts of the Mountain Lions.
She shook the dour thoughts from her mind and let a smile curve at her lips once more. She was the joy that had to shine no matter the circumstances. She had to be strong for Wolf and for the others. It was hard sometimes but it was the task foreseen for her and she was not about to disappoint.