Vega looks into the sky before she can think better of it, squinting at the horizon stretched over the water. She almost expects to see some sort of ornate door set into a cloud, through which you might access Earth. She huffs air out her nose, disbelieving.

"Might as well have named it 'Dirt'," she comments under her breath, still looking up, attention snapping sharply back onto Clarisse the moment she mentions gods. Her father, a god. She feels strange suddenly, a mixture of awe and unease. A lick of jealousy making her press her lips tightly together and breathe harder.

She understands, now. "So you're important."