nova morrison.
hex: #2f5e35. outfit: here.
xxxbut still inside a whisper to a riot
xxxto sacrifice but knowin' to survive
xxxthe first to climb another state of mind
It took a lot to curb Nova’s enthusiasm for life and for exploring new and exciting places. Day one of the tour, she’d been full of life and energy, excited to explore the city and get to grips with a new culture. She’d already picked up her fair share of souvenirs, including a new tea cup she’d found at a random stall and had immediately fallen in love with. Truth be told, it had all been a welcome distraction from once again being in proximity with a certain somebody.
But by day two, the heat and the jet lag were starting to get the better of her. They hadn’t completely won out, her excitement replenished by the promise of getting to see the Great Pyramids, but she was perhaps less excitable than she had been. There was less of a bounce in her step, and slightly more irritated muttering to herself as she reapplied her suncream. By the end of the day, her energy was starting to wane significantly and truth be told, when the professor said that they wouldn’t be getting the bus back to the hotel, there was a part of Nova that could have cried. She just wanted to sit in her hotel room and read for a while. Or possibly just collapse the minute she got into bed. Either sounded appealing. When it became apparent that they were lost, a significantly larger part of Nova could have cried. She wasn’t one for superstition and ghost stories, but she’d also seen enough horror movies to know that avoiding the local’s warnings about staying out after dark was a sure fire way to find yourself in a horror movie. At least her father would be amused if they met in the afterlife and Nova had to admit she'd died on a history trip.
Fears of ending up a victim of some cheap, shitty horror movie aside, she stayed following the group. The promise of a passing grade wasn’t much of an incentive to get Nova to climb down a ravine into an unknown tomb; she was already somewhat confident she’d pass the class regardless, and it wasn’t even that relevant to her major. Honestly, she’d only taken it because she’d felt particularly nostalgic when picking her classes and wanted to take a history class to relive the stories her father used to tell her. “Sir, I’m not sure any of us are capable of giving you a piggyback back up that ravine if you break a leg,” she joked as Kayden and Tarren mentioned the bad light. They had a point.
She might have remained outside, had he not mentioned something about having their names written into history. It was as if she could hear her father telling her to go for it, to have an adventure for once. Her determination and curiosity renewed, she nodded at Tarren and followed them into the chamber. At least she'd have Tarren if they got attacked by evil mummies. Even still, she dug into her bag and pulled out her torch, holding it tightly in case she needed to use it as a weapon. She'd seen Indiana Jones and The Mummy movies too many times to be unprepared going into a tomb.
It didn't take long for Nova to forget her uneasiness and lose herself in the architecture of the tomb. There was a certain pang of sadness too. Her father would have loved to have seen this. She could hear his voice, clear as day, getting excited about the thoughts of seeing an actual Egyptian tomb. She stuck beside Tarren and Astrid, trusting them to pull her away if she got too lost in her own thoughts or in her surroundings. She had to suppress a cackle at Tarren's comment about wondering how long it would take for them to get entirely lost and Astrid's addition. "Fifteen minutes is a little optimistic. My money is on someone tripping over something or stepping on the wrong block and triggering a trap the minute we're all inside the tomb," she mused. Her guess appeared to be wrong as they delved deeper; although it was apparently still dangerous enough. Tarren had to shove her back from stumbling into a sinkhole. Once on more secure ground, she wandered away from the others to explore a little more, scanning the walls around her. She'd never seen anything like this before. She found herself wondering if anyone had. Were they on the edge of some great archeological discovery? Once again, that bittersweet feeling rose in her chest. God, how her father would have loved to have been there. Her mother would have been standing a few feet behind her, laughing at how ridiculous it was that he was getting so excited over some old paintings, for god's sake William-
A scream broke her out of her thoughts, and she ran to the next room, skidding to a stop as she scanned the surroundings. Ren seemed to be fine, or at least fine enough for Astrid to already be teasing them. But there was something else she noticed. "Guys. Where's Price?" She asked, frowning.