[QM] After all, tomorrow is another day.
The Maiden she Spins. She Creates. She is the Creator. The strand is begun and is, by her spindle and hand, spun.

The Mother, she Measures. She Allots. She is the Sustainer. By her rod, the strand is given a particular length.

The Crone, she Cuts. She Chooses. She is the Inevitable. With her shears, she decides upon the manner of a mortals death.

On the third day, they visit. The Three Sisters discuss the new child wrapped in blankets in his bed in hushed tones and quiet gazes while parents and family huddle in the corner. A strand is produced, a rod is used to measure...

... and they're gone. No hints are given. No advice, no guiding hand. They simply move on to the next waiting child. A waiting family. Each is given the same courtesy. Some strands are very long, some are very short. The Crone may even use her shears at times. Sometimes she takes the life of the child, sometimes the life of a family member. Strands come and go and the Maiden, Mother and Crone work in quick efficiency. Time truly waits for no one.

However, and this is very important, one can never live in fear of Fate. After all, tomorrow is another day.



The Fates
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