Disciples and Deadly Things

PHOEBE

Her cheeks flushed and eyes widened at the compliment. A goddess? "I don't think that's a fair comparison. I am certain any goddess would be offended." she said with a light laugh. Of course, the only goddess she knew was Safrin, and it was incredibly clear to her at least that she paled in comparison to the starlit goddess. Perhaps goddesses weren't so grand where he came from? Something made her doubt that but it was the only reasonable explanation she could think of to be compared to a deity.

Her head tilted slightly as Killian began to explain how his life had been in his original world. Chosen by a goddess? A symbolic leader? Suddenly she felt incredibly small by comparison. It seemed most everyone from these other worlds were important in some manner...and then there was common midwife her. "I didn't realize you held such a high station back home. What were your duties then? Certainly if a goddess chose you she explained why?" she asked out of curiosity. "The gods and goddesses here I think have some favoritism, but I haven't heard of any of them choosing leaders or anything like that."

Having it all but not wanting it. A very cliche thing for a person of power to say, she thought. "Well, as someone who was just herself in a little village with her family, I think you were very lucky." she said quietly, looking down at her lap. "When you're a nobody, everything you do is inconsequential. Sure it might affect your life but in the grand scheme of things it's pretty meaningless - you are pretty meaningless. But when you are a somebody, chosen by a goddess or a king or just particular person of known importance, you might have the difficulties that come with fame and expectation, but you can actually do things. You can change the world for better or worse. Knowing how to do that well is invaluable." she said with a small smile.

I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy