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"Lucy? Are you doing okay?"

Levy waved her hand in front of Lucy's face as she settled down next to her. Lucy jerked a bit when she finally realized Levy was there. "I'm sorry, what?"

The blue haired woman laughed. "You were pretty lost in thought. Everything okay?"

"Um, maybe? I don't know." Lucy glanced at Levy before looking away. "I'm just a bit worried I guess."

Levy frowned. "About what?"

Lucy contemplated the goddess at her side. Out of everyone in the pantheon, Levy had always been the nicest. She had never fit into their pantheon either, and once she'd married Gajeel, she'd left for a long time. That had been shortly before Lucy was born, and she hadn't returned until well after Lucy had grown up. Lucy was pretty sure if Levy had been around during her early years, she would be a much better goddess.

Gathering her courage, Lucy asked, "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

Levy perked up. "Of course! What's on your mind?"

"Well, uh, I… I recently got a follower."

"Lucy!" Levy threw her arms around the blonde. "That's amazing! Your first follower!" Levy scoffed. "I don't know what the others were thinking. They should have been better mentors after your parents died. They didn't even have a proper ceremony when you were given your job as keeper of the stars! How did they expect you to find followers when they kept the whole thing so quiet? Bastards - and I say that because most of them are - should be ashamed of themselves," she growled. "I can't imagine being a god without any followers. You've handled it so much better than I ever could have.

"But now you have one! You know you'll only get more now, right? Once everyone hears about you and learns your prayers, they're going to be lining up to visit you! My advice," Levy said as she leaned in, "is not to put just anyone into the sky. If you immortalize just anyone into the stars, everyone will be asking for it and you'll never get any peace."

Lucy rubbed her chin. "Put… people into the sky? You mean make them a constellation?"

"Is that what you call them? It's been so long since they disappeared that I had forgotten. Your mother made such beautiful constellations," Levy sighed. "She only ever immortalized one human, though, and that was her first follower." She rubbed her chin. "Now that I think about it, your father looked an awful lot like him."

"Wait, she made a constellation for someone?"

Levy nodded. "Yep. She didn't advertise it, though. She didn't want all the humans asking to become stars."

"Was there something special about her putting him in the sky?"

Levy frowned and rubbed her head. "No, nothing special that I remember, but there are a lot of humans. If you start putting all of them up there, you'd run out of room after one generation." She cocked her head. "How did you not know? The other gods knew, did they not tell you?"

"No, they never told me," Lucy answered.

"Did they tell you anything?" Levy snapped. "I swear every time we talk, I tell you about some mundane thing that you should have learned when you were little!"

Lucy flushed and avoided Levy's gaze as she fiddled with her dress. "I wasn't going to ask about my parents," she said, obviously changing the subject. "I was going to ask how well you knew your followers."

Lucy could feel Levy's stare, but refused to turn her way. Eventually, Levy seemed to accept her avoidance and answered her. "I know my regulars very well. There are a lot of humans who only come once a month or even less that I don't learn the names of, but the ones that come at least every other week I know. Every name, age, relation to each other, everything. Why do you ask? Is there something wrong with your human?"

"I don't know," Lucy answered honestly. "He used to come once every week, but when he last visited, I… finally revealed myself." Levy nodded as Lucy self consciously covered her scarred cheek. "I thought he had a good time, but he hasn't visited yet this week. He should have stopped by two days ago."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Levy said, waving her hand. "Perhaps he got out of it what he wanted when he saw you and he's just not interested in coming every week anymore. There are some like that."

"Yours don't."

"Not all of them, no, but some do." Levy squeezed her shoulder. "Try not to worry too much, okay? Humans are fickle, but he'll probably be back." She covered the hand Lucy had over her cheek with her own. "I don't think this will stop him. If he's been coming back for months, one little visit won't be enough. Just give him time."

"Alright." Lucy gave her friend a smile. "Thank you for talking with me."

"You are most welcome." Levy rose with a sigh. "If you'll excuse me, I sense that my husband is nearby and about to start a fight. I'd like to interfere before things escalate."

"I'll see you later then," Lucy said as Levy hurried away.

Feeling both better and worse, Lucy pulled out some practice cloth and her needle so she could return to work.