I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.
Having grown up as close as physically possible to her siblings, it's hard for anything to surprise her, yet Calypso's statement makes her pause. Her head tilts, gentle perplexion shadowing her amused smile. "Really? Does that stuff interest you?" The world of 'politics' doesn't seem nearly bright enough to warrant her sister's attention, let alone be graced by her presence. However, Nova isn't one to discourage Caly from anything, knowing full well that the Marin triplets are capable of conquering whatever they set their sights on. If her sister expresses any desires (no matter how strange she might find them), Nova will be the most supportive and colorful cheerleader to ever bless the universe. And she will make sure her sister succeeds.
With those pleasant thoughts in mind, she finds a bundle of shells settled against a nearby rock. A particularly large conch sits nestled in the sand, its pink spiral catching her attention. "Oh! I think this'll be perfect!" She picks it up to brush the sand from its delicate shell, gently placing her ear to its opening. A soft whooshing sound echoes from within, making her smile brighten impossibly further. She offers it to her sister with outstretched arms. "Listen!"
With those pleasant thoughts in mind, she finds a bundle of shells settled against a nearby rock. A particularly large conch sits nestled in the sand, its pink spiral catching her attention. "Oh! I think this'll be perfect!" She picks it up to brush the sand from its delicate shell, gently placing her ear to its opening. A soft whooshing sound echoes from within, making her smile brighten impossibly further. She offers it to her sister with outstretched arms. "Listen!"
Nova
