She wasn't one to be considerate; normally she would thrust herself into the mind of a mortal and pluck from them their desires, but today she abstained. Perhaps due to the fact that she cared too little; perhaps as a result of her no longer wanting to know what lay in their minds. Their minds were greedy and foolish. She was tired of prying only to find herself disappointed in their vapidity. Her tail whipped violently, cracking in the evening air and sending a strong gust of wind forth to ruffle Phaedra's feathers where they rested. Above the sky grew darker with stormclouds; a looming threat, a warning of what was to come should she take up too much of the wicked Goddess' time.
[[Set before the Gods' departure from the veins.]]