Though she screams for the father of her son on the day Polydektes sends Perseus away on his fruitless, pointless errand to throw his life away, it is his daughter who answers, Athena stepping down before her, head cocked in its bright, heavy helm.
“I admire women who yell,” the goddess says, as Danae pants, all her breath spent in invective, “so tell me, sister of my heart, what would you ask of me?”
Danae thinks of a life spent confined, of a son with no father, of blessed luck and beauty turned foul, and thinks, not to be beloved of the gods; instead she breathes deep, and thinks of Perseus, and requests a son with the power to protect them both, forevermore.
Sorry to Tread on Your Patience (Greek Mythology, Danae & Athena)
“I admire women who yell,” the goddess says, as Danae pants, all her breath spent in invective, “so tell me, sister of my heart, what would you ask of me?”
Danae thinks of a life spent confined, of a son with no father, of blessed luck and beauty turned foul, and thinks, not to be beloved of the gods; instead she breathes deep, and thinks of Perseus, and requests a son with the power to protect them both, forevermore.