and the stars will fall from heaven

Pythia is not bothered by the query of looking at a map. She knew, and had come to terms, that she would never be a navigator. At some point, an animal companion would be necessary she thought. One that was good at navigating. Perhaps a bird or another canine that could see, but for now, she wasn't bothered or rather concerned. Her parents' companions seemed to do a well enough job for now that the young girl didn't often dwell on being lost.

She does listen, taking in the information, eager to hear more as her mother turns to her and Corsair. As they go onto the topic of the stars and answers to their question, Pythia's head cants. The question posed in return has her thinking. Why be a star when you can be the one who decides who is a star? This excites Pythia, her fluffy curled tail thumping against the ground. "So we could be an actual god? Just like Abraxas?" Her voice is full of wonder as she lets out a little gasp, thoroughly enticed by the idea of ascending.

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