She is like a wildflower
A sundress is much more suited to dancing than 'martial arts,' but Nova is suddenly very invested in these 'stances.' She watches as Koa moves into a weird squat crouch thing that makes her giggle. "'Bow Stance'? Like a hair bow?" It kind of looks like one, his legs sticking out like a bowtie. As goofy as it looks, Nova finds herself mirroring his movements, dropping down into 'Bow Stance' like she's sitting confidently on an invisible chair. Her balance is impeccable, but she can already feel the way her muscles protest the strain, her eyebrows raising in surprise.
When Koa moves into the next position, she follows his directions, bending her right leg so that she's positioned into an elegant lunge. She looks more like a dancer than a threatening opponent, her movements delicate and graceful as she beams at Koa. "Like this?" Her head tilts curiously as she wonders aloud, "How does this help with fighting?"
When Koa moves into the next position, she follows his directions, bending her right leg so that she's positioned into an elegant lunge. She looks more like a dancer than a threatening opponent, her movements delicate and graceful as she beams at Koa. "Like this?" Her head tilts curiously as she wonders aloud, "How does this help with fighting?"
beautiful, fierce, and free
Nova
