Nova blinked at him, taking a little longer to respond. But what did Atia expect when he woke her up from a blissful nap. His words registered slowly and the dull ache between her legs and the tightening muscles in her lower back and hips added to the suddenly restless energy brewing inside of her from lazing around for so long. It was early afternoon, a few hours since Yoa had left doing gods' knows what and she'd been napping away, drooling and possibly snoring while Atia had played the berimbau.
She needed to move her body, and Atia's suggestion was perfect. She didn't want to waste the whole day curled up like a spoiled cat, especially since her Serakai was the island's guardian.
Nova quickly agreed, and Atia's sombre expression which hadn't left since Aiyana stormed off, lit up, his golden-green eyes brightening with a cheeky smile.
