>>6037188-well, you aren't entirely sure. At first you thought she was going to take on the Super Saiyan God power, having gone after the first day to talk with Meloka about this. But then, the next day was asking Future Chaya about the Primal power, and how it functions. But neither path seemed to be what she was looking for, as she then went to Chaya, asking about her own power. You had left her to her own devices the first week, letting her pick her path. But after seven days without picking a path you'd begun to worry she wouldn't progress. So, at the end of that day's training, you'd taken her aside.
“Is everything okay, Cauli?” you'd asked, after both Chilli and Chaya had left Raxus Prime. “You can talk to me about anything, you know.”
“Yes, I know. It's just... well....” she said, clearly struggling to find the words she wanted. Seeing her struggling you sit down, crossing your legs and gesture to the spot beside you. “Huh?”
“Have a seat, kiddo. Let's talk.” you tell her, patting the ground beside you. She looks from the ground to you, clearly still uncertain. But after a few moments she sits beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. “Something's clearly on your mind, you haven't been working towards the next level of any form.”
“N-well, yes.” she says, at first trying to act defensive then sighing out, agreeing with your statement. “I don't know what it is, but none of those powers seem quite right for me.”
“I see. So, what power DO you think would be best for you?” you asked her, to which her expression darkened. Reaching around behind her back, and pulling out her pendant. The silver sword and moon glow faintly purplish in the evening light, your daughter looking down at it.
“I'm not like you or Momma, or even Chaya. People don't put their hopes in me for fighting monsters or saving us from invaders here.” she had said, gazing at it. “Only when I fight for the Darkmoon, when I use that divine power do I feel any different.”
“So, you're wanting a power that is all your own, is that it?” you'd asked her, your daughter looking up from her hands to you. “You want to be seen as differently here as you do back then?”
“Yes, maybe. Something like that.” she says, her Stand Triumph Requiem appearing behind her. The avian form kneels down beside her, resting its head on her right shoulder as she continues. “They all see me as what I can do, not who I am. So I want a power that is distinctly my own.”
“You do understand that such a power may take a lifetime to discover, right?” you ask her, your daughter not meeting your gaze and instead looking back at the pendant. “It could even take several lifetimes to achieve. Are you sure that is what you want to pursue?”
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