In the heavens, where the ancient gods dwelt, there are still vestiges unknown to mortals. You kept the peace alongside the other gods.

But a great cataclysm disturbed your eternal calm and turned your home into a bloodbath. The surviving gods descended from the clouds and merged with the mortals.

You were on your horse, harrying the mountains.

You the god/ess of clarity and purety, you are like a wolf in a sheep clothing out here.