And just like that, a whole bright splendid future unfolds before her mind's eye, full of thrilling adventures and fascinating encounters on unknown planets by her friend's side. Even her lively imagination isn't enough to conceive of all that they might see and get up to. It's quite overwhelming, yet in some ways so similar to the hopes she's had for her future all her life.
Though those flights of fancy had included her human friends, and opportunities to discover her potential as a Muse of Space and what her place might be in the grand story of Paradox Space. She'd be putting that off, too, or may never get a chance for it at all. As the thoughts of her friends and her ghostly past return, she crumbles a bit and glances back down at her sandy claws. "It is so very tempting...," she assures him, trying to sort through the warring desires and anxieties swirling round in her head. "I do worry about my friends, though. They were all in grave danger the last time I heard from them, and they are facing such a formidable enemy... What if there is something I could be doing for them, or should be doing?" And what if that's an awfully presumptuous concern, still clinging to the fanciful idea that she had been destined for a significant role. Ophion's coils tighten nervously at the owl's agitated trampling next to him, watching her with respect or uncertainty or longing.
Meanwhile Calliope worries at the sleeve of her robe with her sharp claws and adds gloomily, "I suppose I was not proving terribly useful hiding away in the Void, anyhoo. Perhaps they could do just fine without me... And to tell you the unglamorous truth, I'm... I'm quite frightened of going back." She says the last very quietly; the Doctor has never made her feel like he thought badly of her, but she can't help worrying that someone so worldly and bold would look unfavorably on her cowardice.
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Though those flights of fancy had included her human friends, and opportunities to discover her potential as a Muse of Space and what her place might be in the grand story of Paradox Space. She'd be putting that off, too, or may never get a chance for it at all. As the thoughts of her friends and her ghostly past return, she crumbles a bit and glances back down at her sandy claws. "It is so very tempting...," she assures him, trying to sort through the warring desires and anxieties swirling round in her head. "I do worry about my friends, though. They were all in grave danger the last time I heard from them, and they are facing such a formidable enemy... What if there is something I could be doing for them, or should be doing?" And what if that's an awfully presumptuous concern, still clinging to the fanciful idea that she had been destined for a significant role. Ophion's coils tighten nervously at the owl's agitated trampling next to him, watching her with respect or uncertainty or longing.
Meanwhile Calliope worries at the sleeve of her robe with her sharp claws and adds gloomily, "I suppose I was not proving terribly useful hiding away in the Void, anyhoo. Perhaps they could do just fine without me... And to tell you the unglamorous truth, I'm... I'm quite frightened of going back." She says the last very quietly; the Doctor has never made her feel like he thought badly of her, but she can't help worrying that someone so worldly and bold would look unfavorably on her cowardice.