Let's commit the perfect crime.
Not nearly as concerned about any propriety or social acceptance, Nova easily waves an excited hand at the familiar merman. "Hi Hadama!" The movement waves her over-large sweater sleeves in the ocean breeze. The colorful floral pattern doesn't match the season, but they certainly reflect the rainbow field of her mind, and the gradient of her thick leggings tucked into the white fluff of her boots. She twirls the pale pink strand of hair as she skips towards the bridge and the usually 'Oh so serious' man who awaits them.
Similar to her sister, Nova finds the 'easy smile' more than a little peculiar, but it doesn't stop her from returning a blindingly bright one of her own. She even includes a "Thank you" and a sparkling giggle as they make their way over the bridge. The strange broadcast that had recently infiltrated her mind (quite to her offense and discomfort) didn't register as being about Jack, so the thought doesn't even cross her mind that it may play a part in any shifting of affections. Unlike Calypso, she is much more content to let her mind hum a pleasant tune as they follow the Mer King towards their mother's shrine with her sister on her arm.
Similar to her sister, Nova finds the 'easy smile' more than a little peculiar, but it doesn't stop her from returning a blindingly bright one of her own. She even includes a "Thank you" and a sparkling giggle as they make their way over the bridge. The strange broadcast that had recently infiltrated her mind (quite to her offense and discomfort) didn't register as being about Jack, so the thought doesn't even cross her mind that it may play a part in any shifting of affections. Unlike Calypso, she is much more content to let her mind hum a pleasant tune as they follow the Mer King towards their mother's shrine with her sister on her arm.
Nova
I'll steal your heart, and you steal mine.
