Nova
Setting aside her finished drink once she gulps it down, Nova flutters along behind Koa like the tail of a comet, bright and glittering. The alcohol is fuzzing pleasantly at the edge of her mind, making stardust out of the crystalline rainbow of her thoughts. She doesn't mind, still soaking in the energetic atmosphere of the bar.
Nova watches the exchanges with interest, from tattoo man to waiter to goth girl. Her black attire is the exact opposite of the annoyingly loud colors she wears, but she tries not to hold it against her when the woman hands Koa what she assumes is 'snapdragon.' Beaming a playful smile at whatever embarrassment gets rattled, she waves a sparkling hand. "Thanks, Luna!" The other name he says doesn't sound familiar (yet) but she pretends to be paying attention to his advice as her eyes fixate on the small bag. "Good to know!" Not that she's particularly worried.
Plucking the bag from his fingers, she inspects the two tiny pearls with a tilted head with an excited giggle. "They're pretty, but they don't look anything like a dragon." No scales or horns or snouts or tails. It's a wonder why it's called such a thing. She considers other names for the pearly drugs as she dumps the two of them into the palm of her hand, ready to toss them into the back of her throat and see what all the fun is about.
Nova watches the exchanges with interest, from tattoo man to waiter to goth girl. Her black attire is the exact opposite of the annoyingly loud colors she wears, but she tries not to hold it against her when the woman hands Koa what she assumes is 'snapdragon.' Beaming a playful smile at whatever embarrassment gets rattled, she waves a sparkling hand. "Thanks, Luna!" The other name he says doesn't sound familiar (yet) but she pretends to be paying attention to his advice as her eyes fixate on the small bag. "Good to know!" Not that she's particularly worried.
Plucking the bag from his fingers, she inspects the two tiny pearls with a tilted head with an excited giggle. "They're pretty, but they don't look anything like a dragon." No scales or horns or snouts or tails. It's a wonder why it's called such a thing. She considers other names for the pearly drugs as she dumps the two of them into the palm of her hand, ready to toss them into the back of her throat and see what all the fun is about.
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
