[QM] I don't think any word can explain one's life.
"There are reasons we seclude ourselves."

The admonishment wasn't as clear as it could have been and Clotho merely nodded once and continued on her way through the Temple. There was Work to be done.

"It is not said to injure."

A deep breath and Clotho gave her Sister Fate a smile and nodded again. She knew it wasn't meant to injure, yet the scolding was there to be heard.

"You will learn with time, Sister."

They were acting as though someone had died. As though she, the Maiden, were responsible for someone's death. If one could nevermind the not-so-subtle threat to life if so much as a friendship were continued to be acted upon, then yes, she would have been.

"I am aware now, silly hags."

She tossed the insult lightly, but eased down onto her stool lightly, her back to them. She spun, her distaff working and she tilted her head to watch, refusing to speak further on the subject.

"Our Work calls on Us, Spinner."

"As it does, always, dear Sister." Her voice had turned monotonous, as it did after long periods of time alone. This time, it was merely concentration. Lachesis and Atropos eyed one another.

"We shall heed this call, Clotho."

"Take time in your aloneness, Sister."

Clotho merely nodded and continued her spinning. So very rarely did they mingle. So few friendships. So few opportunities. And so rarely did they allow personal feelings to tie in with Fate.

Poseidon was safe, as he well knew. It was the only reason he knew he could do the things he did. Fate did not take revenge, no matter how hurt or petty they were feeling. They merely buried themselves in work for another few thousand years.

Alone.


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