It occurs to you one evening that maybe you should bring Clotho a gift of some sort…you know, to clarify your intentions.
My intentions? My intentions are to use her until she offers nothing more of value to me.
I feel an impending doom. I must push Clotho away before my condition brings her to ruin.
I bring her flowers.
I bring her jewelry.
I buy her a goat. Whether she uses it in one of her rituals, or just for the milk…they're just so useful.
I don't think that Clotho wants any gifts.
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