Lifting one leg, Nova half floats, half hops down from the step. Her blonde and magenta curls drift around the glittering smile she wears, Jeff clinging to her shoulder with the movement. "Calla?! Cool!" Although not nearly as cool as 'Nova' or 'Jeff.'
The air around her shimmers, the damp breeze giving her cheeks a light glaze that has her star freckles nearly glowing. She leans closer to Calla like she can share her excitement through pure proximity. "What were you doing under the stairs? Is there something fun down there?" Tilting her head to peek around the woman, she searches for signs of anything sparkly or bright that might have enticed her to spend time hiding from the sunshine and beautiful flowers of the day.
The air around her shimmers, the damp breeze giving her cheeks a light glaze that has her star freckles nearly glowing. She leans closer to Calla like she can share her excitement through pure proximity. "What were you doing under the stairs? Is there something fun down there?" Tilting her head to peek around the woman, she searches for signs of anything sparkly or bright that might have enticed her to spend time hiding from the sunshine and beautiful flowers of the day.
Nova
Chaos is a prelude to creativity
