Firefly Glen [m]i think you're overthinking about underachieving

Her tongue flicked out to draw over her nose. Asmodeus pressed his muzzle into her nape, and she was alone. 

For the time she was alone, her thoughts spun up once more, spiderweb filigree across her vision. What would she be doing? What of the bird? Where had he gone, when would he return? By spring, or sooner? She wanted to be in the wind, soon.

Her time away from Akashingo had let her know. It was simply a powder keg, and she would not turn to Germanicus to help her, not again. She would take up her own banner.

A keeper of a thousand secrets, a hearer of a thousand whispers. No gods, no, but the fallacies of man and mankind. The gods couldn’t keep their promises to mortals, but men were bound by social niceties. And she would capitalize on it.