Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Rae did not deign to consider whether she could alter continents with the back of her hand. She was small, it was true, contained within her immediate vicinity which was also true, but she had left Fate waiting, like a rejected lover lurking hopefully in the shadow of the porch and had she wanted worlds and worship that numbered in the millions, there was a mantle hanging up like a spare bathrobe. She didn't.
He nodded as if he understood, and Rae suspected he didn't. He spoke like a man used to women having a singular purpose - or two, really - and deviation from the purpose prompted rumor, flashes of anger or jealousy or suspicion. How dare a woman not want what was put in front of her. Rae enjoyed being complicated.
"Only? Why did you stop?" She watched him drink, and her smile opened again like the lush blooming of petals. "Because I want to be." Which was in fact, the only true answer.