it's fine to fake it 'till you make it
Smiling affectionately, Safrin glances toward the illusions of her children and gestures at each of them in turn. Calypso, Nova, and Vesper. Though the goddess might have warned Hadama about their penchant for chaos, she thought perhaps it best he learn about them for himself.
As for Vesper? The corners of Safrin's eyes wrinkle with silent laughter as she considers how best to describe the path her son was carving for himself. A much darker path than those who have come before him. One of shadows and moonlight, of illusions and transformation. I wouldn't take it personally if he isn't exactly...forthright with you. He takes after his father, that way. Despite not having been raised by the man, Jack had made quite the impression on his son.
As for Vesper? The corners of Safrin's eyes wrinkle with silent laughter as she considers how best to describe the path her son was carving for himself. A much darker path than those who have come before him. One of shadows and moonlight, of illusions and transformation. I wouldn't take it personally if he isn't exactly...forthright with you. He takes after his father, that way. Despite not having been raised by the man, Jack had made quite the impression on his son.
'till you do. 'till it's true.
