In all chaos there is a cosmos
The way her mind works, 'notes' aren't usually something that helps her plan or process things. A network of strings and rainbows and glittering shelves file away the important information, laminating what's vital and letting the rest slowly soak in the shimmering liquid of thoughts. Somehow, it works for her, bits and pieces popping into existence when she needs them, even if they might vanish just as quickly. It's why she rattles things off as they walk, a fluid stream of consciousness that flows between them.
"Okay okay. So, do you want to go with the center of town? Or the edge of town? What about size? Big? Small? Color? Windows? Oh! Should it have seating outside too?!" Nova's hands move emphatically, gesturing with fingers or magic as she talks, flashing Caly excited smiles with each new idea.
"Okay okay. So, do you want to go with the center of town? Or the edge of town? What about size? Big? Small? Color? Windows? Oh! Should it have seating outside too?!" Nova's hands move emphatically, gesturing with fingers or magic as she talks, flashing Caly excited smiles with each new idea.
Nova
