Birds of a feather(Thara/Calypso)(partially private)

Calypso felt a pang of guilt tug at her heart as the demon mentioned the queen, her mother, being used as an excuse to not venture out of her own home. She knew very well the effects her mother's reign had on demons, she herself being a victim of the free-for-all that was what all demons were exposed to from their first breath. Younger demons behaving with recklessness and lack of restraint, unguided as the older ones merely look upon them with disappointment and scorn, distancing themselves from what had been birthed from such a bad example. She knew things could be different if someone who actually cared stood up and did something...

She wanted to be that person, but knew she was nowhere near ready for it right now. She needed to learn, no matter how much others would look down on her. She wanted to learn so she could fight and work for that better future, a future where everyone didn't run on madness and acted with reckless abandon, that those traits wouldn't be seen as the thing to model after. She looked upon Thara with sad, yet determined eyes as she lied on the couch; She was another person affected by this terrible circumstance, another person that made her goals so much more important to achieve. She knew Thara wasn't the only one who felt this way.

As the woman apologized for going on a tangent, Calypso had slid to her feet, walked over to her, and took her hands. A vibrant shade of red had taken her eyes as she looked deep into Thara's own, various emotions in her gaze, her strong will practically making them as tangible as air as she gently held the woman's hands.

"No. I should be apologizing."

Closing her eyes and dipping her head, she would give Thara a small, mournful bow as she would then sigh,

"I'm so very sorry that's how you had to live your life. Nobody should live confined and alone, afraid to step out..."

She had to tell her; She had to be honest of who she was if they were going to have anything going forward,

"..Thara.. I want to change things, change things for the better; So nobody feels lost or scared, or left behind to fend for themselves because nobody wants to bother teaching them how the world works.."

She felt a little venom on her tongue as she spoke that last sentiment, her nose wrinkling, "..And as you're a like-minded person, I want us to be able to get to know each other better, so we can help each other achieve stuff.. But a relationship requires honesty, and honesty I have to give if I'm to gain your trust..."

She would look up at Thara with soft eyes, as she would impart a simple, yet heavy truth unto her,

"..Arianda is my mother by blood but.. Mana Asthavon is the one I was birthed from."

The silence that filled the space felt like a weight on her, but it was Thara's choice whether or not she wished to continue having anything to do with her. She wouldn't blame the woman for just running away, at all.