It meant she held responsibilities that they could only dream of. She was of a level of importance that would be discussed for ages. Her prophecies had never before been so vivid, so just.

At that moment, the goddess watched a tiger. It wasn’t a pretty sight, with all the retching and poison and such, but Ampoule relished every aspect of the mortal experience, and toeing the line of death was one of them. To approach death and taste it intimately was a thrill she would never be able to experience. This feline did so openly; and then went back for more. Ampoule began to wonder if the cat actually did desire to die.

Perhaps it is as other toxins are, she purled, looking into the whirling, purplish waters as if it was a looking glass, and the right amount can grant one enlightenment. She goaded, not so subtly, for the dusky tiger to imbibe more.