Nova
It feels as much like 'her' realm as her mom's, the place where she'd come from and the place she's determined to eventually end up again. So when Koa invites himself, Nova doesn't hesitate to agree, her voice chiming through the song like an accent note that rings in harmony. "Okay!"
It's strange when the music slows, her body fighting the urge to fly around the room in a twirling breeze of shimmers. It wants to float away, to become the energy that buzzes in her veins, to combust in a shower of light; but Koa's hands are a stabilizing factor, keeping her in her skin and directing the bounding sensations into swaying hips and curling fingers that grasp at his hold on her hand and the dip of his shoulder muscles beneath his shirt. "Like what?" Her face scrunches, a giggle bubbling forth like she can't imagine what he might be thinking about - and, honestly, she has no idea, her mind too filled with colors and the various tinglings running across her skin.
It's strange when the music slows, her body fighting the urge to fly around the room in a twirling breeze of shimmers. It wants to float away, to become the energy that buzzes in her veins, to combust in a shower of light; but Koa's hands are a stabilizing factor, keeping her in her skin and directing the bounding sensations into swaying hips and curling fingers that grasp at his hold on her hand and the dip of his shoulder muscles beneath his shirt. "Like what?" Her face scrunches, a giggle bubbling forth like she can't imagine what he might be thinking about - and, honestly, she has no idea, her mind too filled with colors and the various tinglings running across her skin.
There is a certain beauty in chaos,
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
magnificence in the uncontrollable.
