She never imagined this would be this hard. It was easy to reveal herself to unsuspecting mortals because half the time they already assumed she was something else entirely by the way she acted. If she would have told mortals she was a witch she was certain they would believe it. However, telling another god who she was- one that resided in someone she cared for? It made her nervous.
"I've been Saturday since she was six. It's just a name and I have several. Perperuna or PreperuĊĦa... Doda, Didilya, Dodola."
She held her breath and waited for any form of recognition, unsure if it would come. After a moment she offered a small, shy smile.
"I know you're like me. You've got spring and harvest in you, I just don't know who you are."