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Nova ran across the floor, her paws filled with vibrant liquids. Her father was chasing her, his tail loudly dragging across the floor. She let out a giggle, some paint from her paws dripping onto the floor. "Mom just cleaned that, you'll be in trouble my little 5 year old!" He said, suddenly grabbing her by the waist and picking her up. Letting out a squeal, she wriggled in his grasp, but the attempts barley did anything. Her father was a sturdy Viscet, his white fur was hinted with grey's and faint browns. Nova remembered her father telling her that they were surprised when she was hatched. She looked nothing like her parents, although she had her mothers eyes. Clearing her mind from the past memories, she stared at her father. Before rubbing paint all over his face. He dropped her quickly, and she let out another giggle. "Really Nova? I have to leave tonight." Her happiness suddenly dropped and she tilted her head. "So your leaving? How long?" She asked, her eyes filling with sudden sadness. "Well, the space station needs me to be up in space for..quite a while. Im sorry Nova, but its my job." He frowned, his face studying hers. "Nova, I.. I have too. We already talked about this last month, I would expect you to not be upset." She suddenly let out a wail, tears rolling down her fur. "Dad please don't go!" Grabbing his stomach, she hugged him tightly.
Ever after her father left to go too space, Nova has been inspired to paint space related scenes.


As a Spider, you're artistic, intuitive, and independent—maybe even a little eccentric. You can become so absorbed in your endeavors that you lose track of the outside world and the people in it. But what you give in return is magic, pure and simple.












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