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[UtR] For the Captain
Clotho had prepared for Breacan to arrive almost immediately. She was not dressed in anything modern. Her clothing was ancient, the chiton she wore nearly as old as she was. Her hair was pulled back, but not up. As the youngest Fate, she enjoyed the freedom of keeping it loose more often than her sisters.

Once her home was ready (and properly warded), she beckoned the Captain. He'd said 'when', but she, who knew much, was unsure of what he meant. Eventually, perhaps, but she'd given her word. Neither of them could go on the way they had been. He haunted her dreams, something she couldn't admit to, even to her Sisters. She may never be able to forget, but she wanted him to. Desperately.

It was time.