Faye (Secret and Circuit): Goddess of secrets, cycles, the mind and its health, ambition, and travel and safe passage on roads. She is often depicted cloaked, with blue and purple butterfly wings and in three parts, with each of them them carrying a pouch, chakram or wheel, and a lantern. Each one has earned a name unto herself for what they carry and are known as the Keeper, the Weaver, and the Vagabond, respectively. She is patron to those with desires and the drive to realize them, travelers, intellectuals, and those who walk darker paths, figuratively and literally, usually for a greater good, but not necessarily. Before that, she is patron to all, for who does not have secrets to keep?

Her domain is difficult to get to in that very few people know where it is, and even those that have been allowed entry may not even remember its location. They'll remember going there, if that, but they'll never recall where "there" is, exactly, unless she allows it. It's perpetually dark, but lit by soft lights in blue hues there are butterflies absolutely everywhere. In it lies something she calls the Hall of Cycles. There is a wheel for every person that has lived, is living, or will live. Each wheel represents a person's drive, stability, surety, commitments, and other aspects of their mind. Those who pray to her seeking guidance on choosing a path will have their wheels steered, those asking for more drive to see their goals and objectives through will have them spun stronger and faster, those who have have gone mad will have them set straighter.  Reversing a wheel's natural rotation can have a number of effects like regression, but it can also return wit and cunning to what they once were. Straightening the erratic spin of an insane person with heal it. Removing parts or entire spokes will affect knowledge, memories, and beliefs. If she were to stop someone's mindwheel completely, they would go braindead until she spun it again. Destroying it would do the same, but permanently.

The serpent and butterfly are sacred to her. She is not easily taken by anger in many circumstances, and she will forgive the killing of serpents if it's necessary, but has been wrought severe punishment on those who kill both, especially when they rip the wings off butterflies for their own amusement by excising of breaking parts of their mindwheel.

She does not accept blood sacrifice, but will take fineries. Her obsession with detail and perfection are near impossible to satisfy, though, so only the bravest of worshippers will risk giving her material gifts, lest they do her terrible insult. Otherwise, she will accept secrets as sacrifice. All of her temples  have scales with a carved heart of iron on one side. Those that speak secrets at the altar in her temple might find that they will not be heard by any but her. When spoken, they will leave the mouth as butterflies and rest on one side of the scale. No one really knows if their sacrifices have been accepted or not, but when the butterfly outweighs the heart, she's said to appear to offer counsel or comfort. The only thing anyone can ever remember of what she looks like is divine beauty, but never anything specific after she's left. This isn't exclusive to mortals, either, many of the Gods can never recall what she looks or sounds like, even if she might spend more time with them and will remember what she says.

Her association with darkness and secrecy is abundant, but perhaps strangely, she presides a little over light, as well, at least in the form of lightning, which she keeps and rides. There are many myths surrounding her divided state of being, but quite a few agree that she was not always so. One myth tells the story of how she came by a secret too horrible for even her to bear, and in a fit of madness and despair threw herself on her pair of chakrams, splitting her her head and hips from her torso, and from the gore, she regenerated as three individuals. Another states that she made the slightest of imperfections in her dress making and did the same in her rage and dissatisfaction. In both of these cases, her agony was felt and heard by the Earth in a fierce storm of lightning and thunder. Another states that she simply willed it so to better manage her tasks, and that she can become one as she pleases.

The Keeper - Wears a pouch on her at all times in which she keeps her butterflies, and is the one to appear in temples to collect them and take them back to be released in her domain. If ever there was going to be an aspect that would meet with others, it's mostly likely to be her.

The Weaver - Tends to and watches the Mindwheels, and alters them if need be. She uses the straightest and strongest spinning wheels to make her thread, and sends her favour to those who have (unknowingly) helped her with this. She weaves fabric unparalleled in quality and crafts garments from them. You know she likes you if she makes you something.

The Vagabond - travels roadways and paths with her dim, everlit lantern, often disguised. Those who pray to her for safe passage might be guided by her, or left suddenly knowing the way they need to travel. She might also appear to followers who are faced with difficult decisions, choices, and perils and walk with them. What most people don't realize is that in this instance, the paths she walks with them are all in their own mind. She helps them to see the way they must go, even if that way is dark.

Her status as a guardian Goddess is very much up for debate, while her intense preoccupation for her work, duties, and perfection are not, which causes people to doubt that she has any investment in mortals at all. The subtle manner in which she often works and the fact that many encounters with her can't be recalled in any great detail doesn't help matters, but as far as her flow of worship is concerned, as long as there are people alive to keep secrets, she'll remain, whether or not she's believed. She's often thought of as aloof, detached, and unconcerned, and it's an image she does in great part work to cultivate herself, but the reality is that she cares a great deal for many people and the hardships she goes through. She is an elusive one, though, no doubt, and very near impossible to keep proper track of, but she can be called. Those with permission can do so by writing a request to see her, as well as a secret down in a drawn circle. No matter how or where it's written, the secret and desire will take the shape of a butterfly, and make its way to her.