The wind is at your back, the world is at your feet
Longheat is here, and Nova is ready for it! In fact, she spent all night dying one section of her hair in a full rainbow that goes perfectly with her bathing suit then spent all day soaking up the sunlight until her skin glows. Satisfied, she plops her sunhat on her head and pulls her light blue sundress over her rainbow bikini then does what any young woman does after a long day on the beach: skip through the ports to catch the eyes of attractive young men.
It seems to be working well for her as she hums and twirls, sparkling glitter following in her wake as she winks whenever she catches someone staring. It's hard not to when she's a whirlwind of color fluttering on the ocean breeze, her smile as intense as the blistering sun that recedes on the horizon. The only thing attracting more attention than Nova is a large crowd of drunk, sweaty men just ahead of her. They're not quite what she had in mind, but curiosity draws her in as they jeer and shift around a pair of men throwing punches.
Her head tilts in a feline manner as she approaches, her nonchalance suggesting that she's meant to be there despite her obviously contrasting attire - and stature. A small smile of delight on her face, she slides between a few of the shouting men, ducking under an elbow as she secures a front row seat, so close she can taste the rum on their breath and feel the flinging sweat against her face. It's exhilarating, and she bounces on her feet to see a fight up close and personal.
Turning to the man next to her, she's about ready to ask about joining the brawl (because isn't this what it means to 'practice') when she realizes exactly who it is. Her starry freckles look brighter against the pink of her skin when she smiles. "Jack! You're back!"
It seems to be working well for her as she hums and twirls, sparkling glitter following in her wake as she winks whenever she catches someone staring. It's hard not to when she's a whirlwind of color fluttering on the ocean breeze, her smile as intense as the blistering sun that recedes on the horizon. The only thing attracting more attention than Nova is a large crowd of drunk, sweaty men just ahead of her. They're not quite what she had in mind, but curiosity draws her in as they jeer and shift around a pair of men throwing punches.
Her head tilts in a feline manner as she approaches, her nonchalance suggesting that she's meant to be there despite her obviously contrasting attire - and stature. A small smile of delight on her face, she slides between a few of the shouting men, ducking under an elbow as she secures a front row seat, so close she can taste the rum on their breath and feel the flinging sweat against her face. It's exhilarating, and she bounces on her feet to see a fight up close and personal.
Turning to the man next to her, she's about ready to ask about joining the brawl (because isn't this what it means to 'practice') when she realizes exactly who it is. Her starry freckles look brighter against the pink of her skin when she smiles. "Jack! You're back!"
Nova
