I hope you dance

Nova

She lets him guide her, soaking in the proximity like an extension of the music, her body shifting and twirling like it's second nature to spin through the notes and into his arms. A light laugh follows her movements, punctuated with a flicker of sparkles. "This is much better." Not just his impressive dancing skills, but the way they move together, like petals falling gracefully into a pool of moonlit water. 

Considering the fact that Nova doesn't know how to flirt - for any reason other than getting guys to do what she wants - it's not surprising that Koa doesn't see any hints of interest. She lives too much in the moment, unconcerned by subtleties or hidden meanings. It's why she usually misses sarcasm or disguised cunning. She likes to think that's one of her many positive attributes. 

When she spins in close again, her eyes are fully focused on Koa and his question. She doesn't try to be mysterious or complicated, just answering truthfully as she flashes him a smile as bright as starlight. "The stars, but I live in Torchline now." As if that's not the strangest answer that might elicit a grocery list of questions, Nova tilts her head innocently. "What about you?"

There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.