In all chaos there is a cosmos
Nova didn't mind gushing. She was usually the one who did all the talking, but when it came to the tale that Soh wove, she was more than happy to listen. Her breath gasped in excitement as they made their way into the store. "That's great! Maybe it's meant to be!" Like 'destiny' or 'fate' that people always talk about. "All the more reason that you need the perfect outfit!"
Her eyes turned to scan the skirt, appreciating the delicate material and the soft gradient of the light blue-purple coloring. She grinned, spinning to Soh. "It is!" Running her fingers over the material, she gave a soft frown as she thought of what was missing. Nova let out a contemplative hum, tilting her head. "But I think it would look better with a few forget-me-nots sewn into the bottom. Wouldn't you agree?" Petals stitched with a white thread, fragile and beautiful like they might be falling gently from her skirt.
Her eyes turned to scan the skirt, appreciating the delicate material and the soft gradient of the light blue-purple coloring. She grinned, spinning to Soh. "It is!" Running her fingers over the material, she gave a soft frown as she thought of what was missing. Nova let out a contemplative hum, tilting her head. "But I think it would look better with a few forget-me-nots sewn into the bottom. Wouldn't you agree?" Petals stitched with a white thread, fragile and beautiful like they might be falling gently from her skirt.
Nova
