Your face fell as you were once again faced with the question, ‘What would this new tapestry depict?’. You looked up toward your father, a nervous plea in your smile. “You sure you don’t have any inspiration for me?” Halieus shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s my inspiration to give, kiddo.” You whined and threw your head back in exasperation, earning a hearty laugh from your father. “Don’t stress about it too much, kiddo. You’ll figure it out.” “But how?!” you wailed. “I don’t even know what’s out there! What the ocean is really like!” You sank into the stool beside your loom, holding your head in your hands as you ranted. “I’ve never been to sea. I’ve never seen anything outside of this island. Hells, I haven’t even seen all of Ithaca and I’ve lived here my whole life! How am I supposed to capture the majesty of Poseidon’s domain when I haven’t ever truly stepped foot in it?” You fell back against your loom, supported by the sturdy wood that had held your canvases for years. Tears of frustration stung at the corners of your eyes and you wiped at them furiously, aggravated at how pathetic you felt. You wouldn’t tell your father, but you knew Poseidon in a way few mortals ever would and even still you found yourself stumped. If the tapestry hanging in your home had taken four months to create, how on earth were you supposed to make one to hang in Poseidon’s temple in just six? “Oh, delfi,” your father cooed, crouching to be at eye level with you. He pulled you toward him and you let him wrap his arms around you in a comforting embrace. “You are everything that is majestic about Poseidon’s domain..."

Those words rang through your ears after the sun set and you were in bed before you heard movement outside and a deep huff.