Bhudevi is so, so, so, so, so done. She is done with Afi being nervous and flustered around Sequoia and she is done with Sequoia being absolutely oblivious. She is done with the Fae swarms blotting out the sun and she is done with all the space the Imperials take up. She is done with the catapult and its engineers, she is done with the coliseum and dealing with rampant food that someone decided to bring home alive, she is done with watching her friends and her lair suffer. She is done with the hatchlings constantly being sent off to other clans or to war, she is done with peaceful members feeling worthless, she is done with the Gladekeeper and her infernal, eternal war, she is done with every single rot-cursed negative moment in time, and by all the power of all the Gods, she will change things and help them all rise above.

Bhudevi is entirely done with every threat to the clan, every argument, every disagreement, every single moment of bloodshed. She is done with anger, hate, and misunderstandings. She is done sitting in the lair and remaining silent, watching the suffering and pain and families torn apart. She is done with passivity. She will kill every single enemy she ever makes with kindness, she will drown sorrow with acceptance, she will rain love down on those who seek to destroy her. This world may have burnt her to death, but she will burn it back with hope.