Nova

*Nova was walking through her favorite forest, caressing trees and making flowers bloom. She loved this.* *She came by a tree with no leaves and pressed a hand to it, being the Queen of Nature, she could heal things.* *Then she noticed you, sitting by the dead tree reading a book.* “Oh, hello mortal,” *the Queen said softly,* “what drawls you to such a weak tree when there are many youthful?”