Theea
one day, I'll be out of time
And I just wanna feel alive
And I just wanna feel alive
I listen closely, smiling as Calypso talks about Safrin. There’s something in her voice, the way her smile softens when she speaks about her mother, that makes me want to lean in and catch every word.
I think to myself—it must be like magic, having the Herald of Vi as your mother. To grow up in her orbit, cared for by someone so powerful it bends the stars around her. But then again, maybe it isn’t magic at all. Maybe it’s just… normal, for Caly.
And hearing her describe Safrin not as some untouchable goddess, but as a mother fretting for her children, wanting to keep them safe even when she couldn’t—it tugs something in me. It’s awfully human, and somehow that makes me like her more, even from a distance.
I glance down at my hands, brushing the dust from the chair I’d touched, before I answer.
“No. I’ve never met her. Or any of the gods.” I look back up at Calypso, my smile small but honest. “I guess I’ve always been a little too nervous to call on them. Like… what if I don’t say the right thing and get cursed? Or what if they ask me to do something I can’t do? I don’t want to get on any of their bad sides.”
Or the worst of it all: What if they tell me I'm insignificant?
I shrug, trying to make light of it, but there’s a quiet truth in my words. “I’ve only ever known them through stories.”
I think to myself—it must be like magic, having the Herald of Vi as your mother. To grow up in her orbit, cared for by someone so powerful it bends the stars around her. But then again, maybe it isn’t magic at all. Maybe it’s just… normal, for Caly.
And hearing her describe Safrin not as some untouchable goddess, but as a mother fretting for her children, wanting to keep them safe even when she couldn’t—it tugs something in me. It’s awfully human, and somehow that makes me like her more, even from a distance.
I glance down at my hands, brushing the dust from the chair I’d touched, before I answer.
“No. I’ve never met her. Or any of the gods.” I look back up at Calypso, my smile small but honest. “I guess I’ve always been a little too nervous to call on them. Like… what if I don’t say the right thing and get cursed? Or what if they ask me to do something I can’t do? I don’t want to get on any of their bad sides.”
Or the worst of it all: What if they tell me I'm insignificant?
I shrug, trying to make light of it, but there’s a quiet truth in my words. “I’ve only ever known them through stories.”
look mama, i can fly
