Taufik leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing, voice low but edged with interest. "…Some amazing eyes you've got there"
For a moment, the shadows around him thickened, curling faintly against the light. His next words carried a quiet gravity that made even Lysandra's eyes flicker.
"Tell me, Princess, what are you to Fate?" He smiled faintly. "His agent?"
Elaria tilted her head, genuine confusion clouding her otherwise serene composure. "Him? The Norns, you mean?"
"…The Norns?"
This time, it was Taufik's turn to falter. His brow furrowed. Of course, he knew who they were, the three sisters of Norse mythology, ancient weavers who measured every thread of existence: Urðr, the Past; Verðandi, the Present; and Skuld, the Future. They dwelled beneath the roots of Yggdrasil, weaving the destinies of gods and mortals alike.
But that wasn't what puzzled him.
