"Control over other people's Fates? Isn't that a rather, violent power ya think?" Maron asked, trying to process what she'd been told as a soft glow faded through her body, as well as a stack of sports trophies on a shelf nearby.
"You're thinking about it too literal. I don't mean their 'ends' or deaths child, let's not be grim or daft. All 'Fates' refers to is their glammers."
Maron poked her cheek onto her tongue.
"People's aspects. Understand it like that."
She shrugged again. "Aspects? What kind of aspects. As in, shoe size or cleavage?" She held her hands out in front of her chest demonstrating with her own bosom.
"I, suppose those could qualify. But rather than just physical, which is at a higher level usage anyway, you should focus on aspects of the circumstantial. People's day to day lives, their ideas, opinions, ideals and decisions, the roads they take in life and why. Fates. You're a straight-forward person and take higher-roads than most, you take what you want. Therefore, with your 'Winding', you can be a bringer of anything you desire from people now. It'll be least affective on you but, by switching up, or captivating the aspects of fate that govern people's lives, you can remodel them to your preference since reality will follow suit. Wouldn't you prefer to take control of others slow, useless gutless runs on their journey through life?"
Maron picked up one of her trophies, a shining hallmark of her endless achievement and also part of her 'Requiem's' shielding. "Others glories, for my own? I g-guess." She picked up her phone and called an anxious Mel to inform him of it immediately.
"Good girl." The voice whispered.
