545 Free Reign

Not even twenty four hours ago, the goddess Sif was enduring another, droll day. 

Her husband was busy somewhere bellyaching about Odin's early resurrection and the stealing of the entire biblical heaven, and about their daughter's near death by a newly evolved Niddhoggr. 

Abaddon and his forces seemed to grow more and more powerful everyday, while the gods were still relying on the reformation of the first blade to save them. 

However, Sif had her own personal thoughts about the matter, though she never cared to voice them. 

After all, she didn't quite think anyone would have been interested in hearing her speak, so she elected not to say anything at all. 

The divine pantheons were filled with men who preferred women be seen, used, and not heard. 

Unless one was a primordial, or a direct child of one, your words carried next to no weight.