Something I want to talk about which I feel like I haven’t seen that many people acknowledge when it comes to the character of Comfrey MacLeod:
Comfrey MacLeod is, in many ways, an Icarus.
She’s sky-eyed to her very core - to the point where she can no longer see the ground. She no longer wants to see the ground.
Sure, parts of her know that the adventures can’t last forever. That they won’t last forever…
Faster, higher, closer to the sun, damn what anyone tries to tell her she can and cannot do!
Comfrey MacLeod is her own Daedalus.
She’s a brilliant woman who’s been alive for a long time now. She knows there are serious risks involved in everything she’s doing; in every adventure she undertakes. She’s seen those risks take the lives of those around her - be it by physical ends or emotional ones.
And yet still… she flies on.
Because the thing is, she is brilliant, and she knows she’s brilliant. Surely if she’s just able to do things her own way then there is nothing to fear. She can set her own course through the skies without worrying that her feathers could get soaked, that her wings could melt. She built these wings! She invented the Zephyr! She revolutionized thermodynamic air travel!
So if anyone can push the limits a bit, it’s her. Right?
Anyone who tries to warn her that she’s getting too close to the waves? Too close to the sun? What do they know? They didn’t design these wings she wears (these wings she’s built to share with her granddaughter). She doesn’t have to listen to them, not when her goals are so nearly in reach. If she just pushes a little further… Just flies a little higher…
Comfrey MacLeod is, in many ways, an Icarus. And one of these days she’s going to realize her wax wings have begun to melt. (Will she have time to warn Olethra not to follow along her path?)
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