Her eyes don't stay on Koa long, passing over just briefly enough to recognize and communicate before falling back to movement of her fingers. They switch from an elegant pattern of rhythmic rise and fall to that of tapping, the ripples turning fast as they push away what ash falls onto the surface of the water.
She purses her lips at the question. Never having been one to hide her feelings or present anything other than her truest self, Nova doesn't hide the thoughts plaguing her. "Apparently I've been 'loud' and 'rude' and someone people don't want to put up with." Whether that might be considered 'trouble' - intentional or not - is something Koa can decide, but she doesn't like the feelings it gives her, shifting a little lower in the water like the warmth might give her comfort, a distant hug from her mom.
She purses her lips at the question. Never having been one to hide her feelings or present anything other than her truest self, Nova doesn't hide the thoughts plaguing her. "Apparently I've been 'loud' and 'rude' and someone people don't want to put up with." Whether that might be considered 'trouble' - intentional or not - is something Koa can decide, but she doesn't like the feelings it gives her, shifting a little lower in the water like the warmth might give her comfort, a distant hug from her mom.
Nova
Cause I got that sunshine in my pocket,
got that good song in my feet.
got that good song in my feet.
