I'd had about enough of that term aimed in my direction and was about to abandon my grief over Dad to show them how much by calling on the waiting mist, when we were interrupted by the giggling of a little girl. I didn't have to wonder who she might be as Destiny, Karma and Kismet in tow, materialized out of nothing to pirouette in front of the three Fates before batting her impressive eyelashes at them.
"Now, now," she said. "Let's not be hasty."
The Fates hissed as one, reminding me of Lilith and not the three women in charge of the future. "Foolish child," Clotho said, more recognizable by her voice now that she wasn't yelling. "Stand aside and allow us to do what should have been done before this thing could be conceived."
I had the impression the Fates weren't used to being challenged, especially not by the perky and adorable form of Destiny. But, when they tried to advance on me, everything froze.