Atropos heard a knock on her door, visits were unusual... maybe not even welcome.
How could they receive visitors? They didn't even have time to meet people and build friendships.
Their lives were based on reading the threads of fate and weaving them endlessly until the end of time.
The other sisters looked at each other and for a few moments considered getting up to answer the call, but they soon gave up and went back to weaving.
Moiras always had a lot of work, they couldn't just stop and the time they got up was the time that could be spent with lines of fate.
A little tired, Atropos finally gave up and got up from her armchair.
All that was left for her was to answer the door, but almost instantly she regretted it.
After all, there was Hermes.
Not that she hates Hermes, but he's too bright for her and his personality at that moment couldn't handle such brightness.
Atropos was especially tired, those days were being exhausting.
