Author's Note: Contains spoilers for "The Balance".
Primogenitor
He called me his child.
My fury blazed. I am no man's possession – least of all his. How dare he claim any part in my creation?
I always imagined the scene this way: my mother scooping the clay from the earth, moistening it with her tears, and shaping it with her strong, gentle hands. She required no man's help.
Her love made me who I am and the gods' gifts made me who I could be. I need no father.
Shayera asked why I declined to use the lasso. I am no coward, yet some paths are best left unexplored.