Goddess pov
I had figured it out.
The problem wasn't me. It was my clothes.
Despite my best efforts (and the very patient woman who wrapped me in enough fabric to suffocate a dragon), something still felt… off.
The mortals kept looking at me strangely. Whispers followed my every step. Some of them were pointing and exclaiming at me, and one poor man tripped over his own feet, landing face-first into a pile of fruit.
I didn't think I was that shocking, but apparently, I was wrong.
So I did what any reasonable, celestial being would do.
I followed a group of women who seemed to blend in perfectly.
They wore strange, flowing dresses that hugged their figures differently from mine. Their sleeves were shorter, their colors richer, and their fabrics softer. I was intrigued. Fascinated. If mortals dressed like this, then I needed to as well.
I followed them through the streets until we reached a place that sparkled.
I think they call it plaza, the place was bursting with colors, life, and treasures. Stalls stretched endlessly, displaying fabrics, jewelry, and delicious-looking food (which I was still mad at for burning me last time). The air smelled of spiced honey, roasted meat, and something earthy. People moved like a river, flowing from one shop to another, haggling, laughing, and most importantly dressing normally.
I was home.
I waltzed straight into the grandest shop I could find, where gowns shimmered like captured moonlight and fabrics dripped like liquid gold. The shopkeeper a round, elderly man with a mustache so impressive it deserved a kingdom of its own squinted at me suspiciously.
"Ah, welcome," he said slowly, eyes scanning my current outfit. "You look… lost."
"I am found," I declared, running my fingers over a dress so soft it felt like clouds. "I need this."
He coughed. "Do you have money, miss?"
I blinked. "Money?"
His face twitched. "Yes. You need money to buy things."
Buy? Buy?
What a ridiculous concept. I was a goddess! I never needed to exchange anything for anything! I simply existed, and the world bent to my will.
I waved a dismissive hand. "No need. I'll just take it."
The man's mustache bristled. "That's called stealing, young lady."
I frowned. "Stealing? Stealing?" I gestured dramatically. "How can one steal something that is meant to be worn? That would be like saying the moon steals the night sky!"
"That is exactly what I'm saying," he snapped.
I was beginning to think he was unreasonable.
He crossed his arms. "No money, no dress."
I sighed. "Fine." Then I grabbed the dress anyway and walked out.
The man made a sound like a dying goose before he shrieked, "THIEF! THIEEEEF!"
And just like that, everything erupted.
People started screaming and chasing after me, someone even threw a tomato at me(which, for the record, was unnecessary).
A group of men in shiny uniforms, the ones they called "guards" or "cops" or something sprinted toward me, waving weapons and yelling orders.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
I did not stop, of course with all this crazy looking people chasing me.
I ran like the wind itself owed me a favor.
I dodged carts, leaped over baskets, and accidentally kicked a man's lunch into the sky (it landed on his head). Someone's chicken got loose, flapping wildly and making things even worse.
A guard lunged at me, then I jumped. He crashed into a pile of cabbages. Another one tried to grab my arm, but I spun, sending a different dress flying into his face.
Somewhere and somehow in the madness, I managed to put the dress on.
Not well, It was backwards and inside out.
But I was wearing it, and that was what mattered.
I made it two streets away before a dozen guards cornered me.
And for the first time, I realized…
I had no idea what to do next.
They called it a "cell." A small, gray room with bars that smelled bad. It was not nearly as exciting as the plaza.
The guards had dragged me here after an excessive amount of yelling and pointing. They called me reckless, a menace, a criminal, a thief. (All of which were very dramatic and, honestly, flattering.)
I sat on the cold floor, frowning.
"Hmm," I mused. "This is unpleasant."
The guard outside my cell snorted. "Yeah, that's the point."
I tilted my head. "What's the point?"
He sighed. "Of jail. You broke the law, so now you stay here until we decide what to do with you."
I stared at him. "Forever?"
"No," he muttered. "Just until…"
CRACK.
The door exploded and the guard choked on his own breath. "WHAT…?!"
I smiled. "Oh, good. That worked."
I hadn't meant to destroy the entire door. Just… bend the bars a little. But apparently, I still hadn't adjusted to mortal strength limits, so instead of a subtle escape, I had turned the cell door into dust.
The guard scrambled backward, fumbling for his weapon. "You… You.."
"Me!" I beamed, stepping over the rubble.
Then I ran away. Sneaking out was easy, the guards were terrible at guarding.
I slipped past them like shadows, darted through corridors, and when I reached the exit, I gave the guard at the door my biggest, brightest smile.
He blinked. "Uh…"
"Bye!" I said cheerfully. Then I slapped my hands together and sent a gust of wind so powerful it slammed him into the wall.
Well I just hope he didn't die, I am still trying to learn how to use my powers on mortals, though it's still very harsh.
I sprinted into the night, laughing, I was already breathlessly alive, is there any word like that,. I guess not.
The moon hung high, silver and soft, watching me quietly. That was my kingdom and my home.
And yet, I didn't miss it.
I didn't miss the endless void of eternity. The stillness and the silence, who would miss such a thing after tasting and feeling what earth is like.
Here, in the mortal world, things moved, they changed and burned, and I will burn with it.
Maybe, just maybe…
I would stay a little longer than I intended , because I really want to get enough of these earthy stuffs before I leave. I want to get real satisfied.