How far would she get in racing? It was such a mortal thing to do! The idea of the thrill was great, but Danica knew she may never be satisfied with it.
"Why do I stop fighting, but you get to continue?" Danica asked, trying to hide the hurt in her voice. It wasn't so much that Kara didn't want her to get hurt, it was more that Kara was preventing her from trying to make a difference. As long as there were weapons that belonged the gods, there would be trouble. Unless, someone came across a hammer named Mjölnir that had requirements to be held.
It wasn't like she was bringing her into this either, she was only letting her know what she felt set on doing! And what's to say that once she got way too good at racing, and the obvious fame that came with competition, someone won't attack then? Danica couldn't just hulk out in front of thousands of mortals who assumed her to be like them. ---
"You do, because you're keeping me warm, and I can only do so much when I'm not draped across you." Stephanie replied, being a smart ass.
Shaking her head, she nuzzled her shoulder. "Nothing will be like our own place. I can't walk around here in just a t-shirt and panties...you have a little brother about to hit puberty."