Under the Stars (Ellie/Nova)

Nova was walking down a street, giving out a rather long sigh. He was overall exhausted today. Too many smells and tastes, too many people giving him strange looks, too much explaining why he was doing this or that, to many getting thrown out of an establishment for letting his curiosity get to him...really, couldn't these beings just let him walk around in peace. He shook his head as he walked. He was heading back to his Delectabit for some sleep. Maybe he would take it up to the atmosphere, or maybe he would just stare up at the transparent ceiling towards the stars and map out his next trajectory. He actually wanted to try Planet One...

 Suddenly, before his ears could detect it, he smelt a very intriguing mixture. What humans had yet to fully grasp was that every being gave off a scent, a unique mixture of pheromones, the fragrance of their planet, of their eating habits, lifestyle, sex, emotional state, age, cologne/perfume, etc. There were some general underlying scents for groups. Like all humans had a very light metallic, alkaline scent with a bit of soap. But, essentially, their scent was comparative to finger or tongue print...unique. Well, besides twins, but that was another case entirely.

 The smell was being carried by the wind from a hill behind a fence. "Human, female sex, young...and sad," he thought, frowning. A sadness so profound as only a child can feel, and one strong enough that he could actually smell it from this distance. He quickly  checked his Saturnyn Perception Filter, making sure he was still the Caucasian, blue eyed, blonde haired, slightly heavy bodied English bloke with that little bit of stubble that it portrayed. He didn't exactly want to frighten of the child.

 He nimbly jumped over the fence, and made his way up onto the grass, his bare feet feeling the slightly wet grass below him. It was then that he began hearing clearly the sound of sobs. He frowned even more. He didn't like it when the young of a species cried. It meant something was wrong, and needed to be fixed.Much like if the young was silent for too long. Young made noise, and laughed, and run and jumped and lived and played. Anything other then that, and something was profoundly wrong.

 As he made his way up, he get a better look at the being that cried. The being that cried had brown hair, and was wearing darkish clothes, with light skin. As he got closer, the being that cried smelled of human, but also with a bit more extra, the smell that allowed him to identify individuals. He slowed down his walk, coming in from the side. He quietly made his way to her, and sat down next to her, knees up against his chest. He looks over at her "And for what reasons does the young being next to me cry?" He asks in a soft, friendly tone, one he had cultivated over the years as he traveled and met new beings. He found beings to be much more open when he sounded this way.

Nova looked out towards the darkened sky dotted with the light of cosmic bodies, radiating life towards the rest of the Universe.. Then, of course, was Earths satellite, big and bright against the night sky, showing and leading the way out of a darkened world, a world amiss from the sun for a couple of hours. It was an amazing  night, however, he will admit that. There was not a single cloud in the sky, the heavens opened up in front of him and the being that cried.

 As he heard the young one, the being that cried, call out about a father, he began to understand. His heart went to the young one, for the absence of a loved one is a cruel harsh reality that a young one should never have to experience, for some parts of reality should be saved for a different time. Seeing this young one go through the trials of having an absent loved one moved him greatly, not having met one with such gravity on his travels.

 "A loved one,"Nova says, his voice calm and patient,"is never truly gone, young being. This Father being of yours, he has influenced you from your conception to forever. You have half of him as your very being. His very essence is inside of you, and his influence on you from your younger years will stay with you till the end. Wherever this Father being of yours is now, even if he has become stardust once more, he will forever be a part of your life. It may be hard, the young being that you are, to have to deal with the absence of a loved one, and it is a harsh reality that my personal conviction leads me to believe that it should never occur, and should at the very least be mitigated, but you are an adaptable being, and being quite young, quite more adaptable then elders of the same beinghood. Make use of it..." he trailed off, looking towards the being that cries with a curious stare.

Nova chuckled a bit at the being who cried firsts question. "Why do I talk like this?" He said to himself with a small smile. He had gotten weird looks from beings on this planet when he had talked like this, but this being was the first to actually question. "Well, look at your own speech patterns, young being. You copied the speech of your group, as I did as well. I talk this way because I was surrounded as a young being by beings who also spoke this way." He finished off, hand brushing his hair as some memories of his youth filled his mind, traveling on a Delectabit through space with his group. Such wonderful times.

He listened to the young being continue to talk, nodding as the being who cried spoke of the Father being drifting away from memory via the progression of time. He knew he wouldn't be able to relate to the being, but he could indeed sympathize. He looked up into the inky black sky, wondering if the being who cried Father being was out there right now. Hearing of the young beings wish for the Father being to return made him sigh out lightly, turning his head from the moon to the child, still seeing the trail of a tear glistening from the moonlight on her cheek.

Hearing her final question, he searched for the right words to voice. "No,there is no stupidity in believing that your Father being will return from his journey. Be forewarned though, do not let this belief take precedent of your life. A belief of any kind that inhibits your ability to live life freely, is a belief not worth the trouble. If this belief doesn't inhibit that, then there is no stupidity, only something that keeps you moving forward," Nova finished, lying down his back on the dewy grass, arms behind head, knees still up, looking upward.

"Ellie...Ellie...Ellie...," he said to himself lightly under his breathe. He took a deep breathe through his nose, singling out the being who cried scent. He then made the switch, now substituting the being who cried with Ellie. He would be pretty sure he would be able to identify Ellie in the future from now on, unless something major happened to Ellies genetic makeup, or coming into contact with certain materials, or anything along those lines.

 He turned his head to Ellie as Ellie asked for his name, and turned his head back to the sky, searching for the star system, and pointed. "My name is Nova Arrakis Polaris. There was a Nova, or the death of a star, happening in the Polaris star system, that also consumed the planet Arrakis. My group was there to witness it at my birth, and decided to name me after the event," he finished off with a smile. He often times got many interesting reactions to this story, which is why he often told it when being introduced.

 "Is there any story behind your name? Any meaning? Or are you the one to give it meaning for future generations to tell stories of?" He asked her. He was actually surprised how short her name was. He thought, at least, that humans had at the least two. Or maybe that was just some of the time. Maybe they didn't choose their second part of the name till later. Or maybe one name was the norm, and he had just experienced some of the exceptions. He shrugged to himself in the end, going back to looking at the Polaris star system.