Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

The crux of the matter was that Magpie did not like authority— it occurred to her that she never had, which had been a source of contention during her time in the caldera. Either she obeyed the expectations of Peregrine... (Fox had been much cooler), working towards trades she had no true desire to perform, living a life she didn't deem worth living. Or she followed the beat of her own drum, happier, but at odds with those around her. It was easier amongst the Corvidae, where she was truly free... and yet, even there, she was beholden to a tradition that would prevent her from achieving her ambitions.

"You ask that I pull my weight for safe harbor, and that is fair," Magpie agreed, "but I don't know what that means to you." She rolled her shoulders in a shrug, before chartreuse eyes took a closer look at the wolf she sought to make a deal with. "I value my freedom over my life. I can read the stars to you, tell you what they foretell; I can warn you of treacherous storms and other disasters. If the only repayment is that I get to live another day, well, I can get that anywhere."

That would be hit or miss, she knew; some believed in the tellings of the stars, and others believed it nothing more than fantasy. "What is knowing the future worth to Drageda?" It wasn't entirely a bluff, and if it fell short she would be no worse for wear... but her ambitions were coming to the forefront of her mind once more, and Magpie thought she saw an opportunity.