"Several lifetimes, I should think." Elaine peered over at the older women, and waved back at Atropos. "No, I don't think so. But sometimes my memory has... gaps." The 70s had been a lonely time for Fairytales. Science fiction was big after Star Wars exploded, and nobody was so interested in fantasy stories anymore. She had wandered, a little lost, the rags before the riches of Disney's renaissance period.
She was certainly a lot more together these days. She looked back at Clotho, and nodded. "Well if ever I needed advice about weaving narratives, I've come to the right place."