trois, the maiden, the mother, and the... other one.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

[Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah. Metaphorically speaking, of course. There isn't, technically, a Dinah in the kitchen, but there is a River, and she's trying to make pancakes.

Trying is the operative word. There's two batches of pancakes in the trash already, and she's burning the third one as we speak. Along with her hand. River really, really, really just shouldn't be left in the kitchen alone. Someone might want to investigate.]

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Nothing has to be. Yet it still is.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

By choices. And chance.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Choices exist for few. We are playthings of the Gods, whether you believe in them or not. If it is of their interest to involve you, then fate will take its course.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Can't force a belief system by stating existence. You need logical arguments.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

And what of those born of Gods? Is their existence not logical enough?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Are you?

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, perhaps not. My existence is only that of Caster. My birthname is a curse to those that may hear it.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Then don't tell.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Luckily you do catch on quickly.

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

It's a gift.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Is it?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Yǒu​shí​hou​.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Hmm? What was that?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Sometimes.

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

Then what is it when it is not?

[bytwo.livejournal.com]

Not.

[Duh.]