That night you dream of green eyes, mixed with gold. Like stars. Like planets you still vividly remember every time you close your eyes. It makes you sad to remember it all, it brings you into tears. But finally, for the first time in your young 2 months on this planet, you've found something that truly makes you feel... lifted. And that's without your many powers. You feel happy when you see her, a different kind of happy.
And you see her very little, barely at all. Three times now you've bumped into this radiant woman with wavy golden hair and these special copper/green eyes that match the eyes of the cat that you see in the alley outside your loft all the time. Yes, three. You're counting. You've figured out numbers now. A little bit.
You have barely $100 to your name, another number, it's nothing really. But it's something you own now, and that's uplifting. It's something, considering you are, no, would be homeless, were it not for the other kind person in this city with pretty green eyes and dark auburn hair. Her eyes are green too, but not like the other woman's are. Hers are simply stunning. This woman is less stunning but pretty nonetheless, in a down to Earth kind of way, simple but sophisticated.
You can't afford to really be picky, it's not as if you can afford your own place, and she was kind enough to give you a place to stay. You couldn't really say no, you didn't have a choice despite not wanting to impose, and so you gratefully nodded.
You didn't want to impose on her privacy, but considering the circumstances, it's all you can do. You have a mission, and that it to protect Kal. Above all else. And at least this woman has a warm place to live in, and you finally have something warm and comfy around you, a soft blanket that she gave you.
At least it's not outside, and it's dry. Kal seems happier here, sleeping in your arms against your side right now. He's such a young child, doesn't know anything yet about what you are fighting to control. But at least you have something that isn't wet after the rain earlier, and she gave you a tank top that's too big but it's dry nonetheless.
Her name is Lois. The name rings off your foreign tongue, unexpected and odd, but you find you like the name. It's pretty. It's grounding in this busy world that you don't understand.
Life. Work. Money. That's all that this world is, you've gathered. All day you sell you're little trinkets, hoping that anyone will buy them. And people do. There's good people in this city that you crashed into. Lots of them. They are friendly and kind, and they buy your little decorations sometimes. You don't make much, but it's still something, and right now, something is a lot. All day you stand here wait, and Kal waits with you. He is a good child, smart even in his young innocent life.
So hurt, both of you. Dropped into a new and different world, where nothing is the same as Krypton. No red skies, no crystal towers, no rockets or pods like the one you and your cousin were in. It hurts. A lot. This world is prehistoric compared to yours, but yet these people thrive here among the dust and noise, always on the move.
Somehow they thrive in here, always heading somewhere, hustling from one stop to another, whether on foot or on these boxes that move. Either built for one or watch and learn intently, because you need to learn all this if you want to thrive here too.
You're little stand is across from a building that is apparently a media company, it says the Tribune on the top. It's not finished, Lois says, in the process of being built, some floors being remade, and you wonder about this, you watch them build it all day long. Apparently it's a workplace, and Lois says maybe one day you will work there.
You asked her why, but she says you're too young to work. But she lets you sell your little decorations when you seem adamant about making money. Right now it's all you can do. So you do. And so does she. And you become somewhat friends with her. She has hair like you do, like you did on Krypton, and she cares about you, it seems.
You know from TV, that speaking box in the corner of the space you sit in with Lois, that most people are not this nice to homeless children. Teens. And there's lots that have no place to live at all. Honestly you're grateful, and you pray to Rao every morning, because honestly, truly, you seem to have found a sliver of hope and light among the dust of Earth.
But there's something else too. When you see that other woman, sitting on the ledge to the building you can now say you temporarily live in, talking to the sweet old man that is seems to guard the place, you immediately look up, and she stops to smile at you, and you can't resist a smile.
"Hi, Kira. I didn't expect to find you in this spot of the city. Coincidence?" She smiles softly, and you are drawn by those brilliantly bright eyes, intelligence swelling in the copper depths. She's a smart one, and somehow you sense power around her, even though it makes no human sense to you. She seems like she belongs here, like she has a mission, and you nearly forget to speak in the face of being so near her.
"Uh, hi..." You whisper softly, unable to speak straight in her presence, and the guard steps up to shake her hand.
"Ms. Grant, what brings you to this corner of the city?"
"Oh my job. Journalism, you know? It's not easy."
"Grant?" You can't help but ask, curious about her name.
"Catherine. Catherine Grant. Well I must go, but it was nice seeing you Kira. How are you?Where's your son?"
"I'm fine. Uh, he's my cousin." You say without thought, and she smiles this grin that you sense doesn't show often, and you feel your heart flip in your chest.
"I see. Well it was wonderful seeing you Kira. I hope this isn't the last time we meet."
You watch her walk away, sandwich forgotten in your lap, until the guard breaks you out of your stance and you remember reality, not heaven with angels. And their singing again, and you love it, you're becoming addicted to the song they sing.
"Huh?" You ask, and he smiles kindly, Oscar is his name.
"You know her?" He asks.
"Uh, yeah. Kinda."
