Nova sat in awe of her conversation partner, an elated glee filling her chest though the only hint of it was in her staring eyes. It was entirely possible to like and appreciate the same things and yet have incompatible personalities. Nova knew this on some level but it was without a doubt the furthest thing from her mind in that moment. The Ring Cycle wasn't her personal favorite but she had enjoyed it very much and she'd certainly rather sit through the entire 15 hours of it than even the shortest of Gilbert and Sullivan's work. She didn't go to the opera to laugh!
She was quite happy to keep listening to Miss Dempsey talk about opera and poetry at length, in fact if asked she would have preferred it to having to contribute herself. Not that she lacked opinions or knowledge but she was now so desirous of intimate friendship with Miss Dempsey that she couldn't set aside enough of her brain to form meaningful sentences. In an ideal world she would simply communicate the essence of her being to Miss Dempsey without words and they would immediately be friends. There was no appropriate way to skip the awkward bit between acquaintanceship and friendship though, she would either have to communicate like a normal person or give up and angst over lost opportunities. As much as she liked angst she thought she'd prefer a female friend who fully 'got' her than perpetual angst on just this one occasion.
But then Miss Dempsey paid her so great a compliment that she wanted to hurl herself over the edge of the theater balcony in delight. Her face felt as though it was on fire she was blushing so uncontrollably, she probably hadn't looked so healthy since the exertions of Flavius' birth several years earlier.
Finding herself at a complete loss for her own words, after a long silence she found someone else's instead."Sh-she too weak for all her heart's endeavor, to set its struggling passion free..." She'd intentionally skipped over the adjoining phrase for it wasn't quite so relevant to her as the ones that followed. As soon as she said it she was filled with terror at what Miss Dempsey might think or say or do, but her terror didn't quite equal her excitement.
She was quite happy to keep listening to Miss Dempsey talk about opera and poetry at length, in fact if asked she would have preferred it to having to contribute herself. Not that she lacked opinions or knowledge but she was now so desirous of intimate friendship with Miss Dempsey that she couldn't set aside enough of her brain to form meaningful sentences. In an ideal world she would simply communicate the essence of her being to Miss Dempsey without words and they would immediately be friends. There was no appropriate way to skip the awkward bit between acquaintanceship and friendship though, she would either have to communicate like a normal person or give up and angst over lost opportunities. As much as she liked angst she thought she'd prefer a female friend who fully 'got' her than perpetual angst on just this one occasion.
But then Miss Dempsey paid her so great a compliment that she wanted to hurl herself over the edge of the theater balcony in delight. Her face felt as though it was on fire she was blushing so uncontrollably, she probably hadn't looked so healthy since the exertions of Flavius' birth several years earlier.
Finding herself at a complete loss for her own words, after a long silence she found someone else's instead."Sh-she too weak for all her heart's endeavor, to set its struggling passion free..." She'd intentionally skipped over the adjoining phrase for it wasn't quite so relevant to her as the ones that followed. As soon as she said it she was filled with terror at what Miss Dempsey might think or say or do, but her terror didn't quite equal her excitement.
