The outburst has her head tilting, blonde hair shifting away from her ears like she might hear better that way, like it might help her understand the explanation a little better - although she's not nearly as interested when Calla is refusing her excitement with excuses of things like 'grief.' Nova shrugs with a glittery air of nonchalance, content to maybe consider the advice if she ever comes to encounter a Daemon. She does dare to question the basis of the knowledge, curiosity brightening her tone. "How do you know? Have you fought one?"
Her other list of much more entertaining questions is interrupted by the flicker of a tiny shadow over her cold, shimmering atmosphere. It doesn't dampen her mood, although a twinge of annoyance darkens her gaze for the briefest of moments. Instead, she sticks her tongue out at the cat and turns to Calla, eyebrow raised as she asks, "Why's he so grumpy? Is it the sun? Does he want snowflakes too?"
Her other list of much more entertaining questions is interrupted by the flicker of a tiny shadow over her cold, shimmering atmosphere. It doesn't dampen her mood, although a twinge of annoyance darkens her gaze for the briefest of moments. Instead, she sticks her tongue out at the cat and turns to Calla, eyebrow raised as she asks, "Why's he so grumpy? Is it the sun? Does he want snowflakes too?"
Nova
Chaos is a prelude to creativity
