and the stars will fall from heaven

Pythia glazed over the navigation aspects of the lesson. She would never be able to see so that part literally did not apply to her. Following the stars was something she'd never be capable of. But dreaming of being a star, being a god, being with Abraxas, that she could do. The thought made her chest swell, her insides drum with excitement. Imagining the possibility of one day being as great or greater than the god they worshipped filled her mind with dreams and goals.

Her mother's question has her considering the possibility of being a star. If she became one, what would she do? Protect? Lead? Or simply shine? Pythia thinks this over, giving her wily brothers time to shout out and do whatever it was that they did.

Simply shining sounded too boring. What else would there be to do? Leading sounded too complicated. Directing those she couldn't see would put too large of a target on her back. Protecting though... "I would protect," Pythia states with clarified decisiveness. "I can heal, I can care, I can... Well, I can't watch or look at those upon the earth, but I can ensure their liveliness and health," she speaks softly, but surely. Would being a protector be good enough to get her to godhood?

"speech"