FIA
I stared at Elder Moira, my throat tight. The question burned in my chest, demanding to be let out.
"Why does she favor me?"
The words came out raw. Desperate, even. I hated how much I needed the answer.
Elder Moira's expression softened.
"When I saw her..." I paused, choosing my words with care . "She spoke in riddles."
She gave me the "Of course she did" look. Like it was basic knowledge that the gods would never make anything simple for anyone.
"I do not know myself." The elder's pale eyes held mine. "But the gods give favor to who they will give favor to. Who are we to question it?"
I wanted to argue. To demand a real answer. But what good would that do? Luke Elder Moira had said, Lady Selene had her reasons. Whether or not I understood them was apparently irrelevant.
I nodded.
Elder Moira studied me for another moment, then glanced around the library. "You must be here for a reason. I should leave you to it."
"Right. Thank you."
