Nova
She barely watches the man leave, and when Koa asks after her wellbeing, it takes a second for her to think of why he might be concerned. Her head tilts innocently. "Hm? Oh yeah. I'm fine. I'm just glad I didn't have to get my paws dirty." She lets out a soft giggle, dismissing the worries with a flippant wave of her hand. Because if he hadn't stepped in, she might be the one getting escorted out as she ripped her claws into the man (or covered head to toe in permanent glitter). He got off easy in comparison.
Instead, she gets to hang out with the one kind enough to step in when he thought she was in danger. Smiling, she joins Koa in moving her feet and hips to the music, carefree and completely entranced by the music. Starlit illusions form around her as she twirls alone, letting the notes guide her in a graceful dance that she hums along to, her yellow dress flaring in a way that makes it easier to see the bumble bees stitched into the hem. There's a lightness to her movements, like she's never had to worry about a single thing in life.
Despite how much fun she's having, it doesn't take long for her to want someone to guide and spin her around the dance floor. But when she looks up at Koa, Nova can't help but laugh. "What kind of moves are those?!" It's not insulting, but playful in a way that makes her blue eyes sparkle.
Instead, she gets to hang out with the one kind enough to step in when he thought she was in danger. Smiling, she joins Koa in moving her feet and hips to the music, carefree and completely entranced by the music. Starlit illusions form around her as she twirls alone, letting the notes guide her in a graceful dance that she hums along to, her yellow dress flaring in a way that makes it easier to see the bumble bees stitched into the hem. There's a lightness to her movements, like she's never had to worry about a single thing in life.
Despite how much fun she's having, it doesn't take long for her to want someone to guide and spin her around the dance floor. But when she looks up at Koa, Nova can't help but laugh. "What kind of moves are those?!" It's not insulting, but playful in a way that makes her blue eyes sparkle.
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
