… Where did that come from?

Bitemark. Who put that in her head? Was it Dionysus' purple dripping out her lips?

She's starting to grow familiar with the feel of the gods inhabiting her, as much as you can. Like electricity, wired through every muscle. Ares' red, Dionysus' purple. And the insistent absence of gold.

Which is, by the by, kind of a terrifying thought? It's like, two kinds of heroes get used to this kind of thing, and half of them are morality plays.

Bitemark. Huh. She's heard something about that, but can't remember what right now.

Dangit, now she wants a motorcycle. Completely impractical form of transport, but there's such a thing as style.

"I may be absent for a while. I've been given my next assignment,  I think."