To weave the threads of fate

“That is true enough.”

Alexis nodded in agreement. Even today the Garrah clans were mostly run by men, and while someone like her, as in a woman pursuing a martial career, did not turn heads anymore, their numbers were still limited.
Some changes came slower than others, she got that.
So if there was a woman among the Odonine capable to break up such crusted conceptions, all the more power to her.

Actually, looking back to that meeting with the war chieftain, way back when, Koshnem might not have taken her seriously, but he was lacking the open hostility his subordinates had displayed. So yeah. She could see change coming to the mountain clans. Hopefully they would be better for it.

“All just part of a grand plan, huh? Don’t know how I feel about that…”

There were greater things at work, she was fairly certain about that. Great enough to pull them all in like a maelstrom. But just say it was all fate and leave it at that? She felt that was a lazy and dangerous way of thinking. Why should one put any effort, thought or passion in anything they did, if things would just turn out the same anyway?

She didn’t really know why, but she remembered a little game she would play when she was still a young girl. She would tie a length of string into a loop and wind it around the fingers of both her hands in a way that it would show a certain pattern.

Her hands would stay caught up in that string, but with a few dexterous movements of her fingers, she could change that pattern.

She supposed she would rather think about fate like that… caught in its threads without escape, yet capable to change its design, if only by a little.

His glance was not lost on her. She really didn’t want to find out what he thought her role should be.