Desperation.
Not a phenomenon Tempest could typically claim, but certainly the catalyst for where she's landed. Not in peril, or pain, but in dire need of the very normalcy she's often emulated, but never been able to obtain.
Now... there's nothing in her way, except all those years of being everything except what she now has to become.
Herself.
As soon as she figures out who that is.
Desperation.
Not a phenomenon Tempest could typically claim, but certainly the catalyst for where she's landed. Not in peril, or pain, but in dire need of the very normalcy she's often emulated, but never been able to obtain.
Now... there's nothing in her way, except all those years of being everything except what she now has to become.
Herself.
As soon as she figures out who that is.