It was rare for the three Fates to be together for any period of time without arguing. This time, however, they were far from that. They were sitting in a circle, each one sitting in a different way showing their divergent personalities. They were speaking quietly in the clearing of the woods, nature seemed to accept them, unlike a person sitting in the leaves and on the fallen logs, it felt as if the woods wanted them there.
“We should not act,” one says in a voice, “They must struggle on their own.” The voice was strange, melodic but with a perfect kind of disharmony, at once strange but wonderful. A mortal might describe it as perfect disharmony.
“We take our chance, to bring them together. It is a chance for them to grow together.” This voice was harmonic, sweet, and each word flowed like a song from one syllable to another.
“But we would deprive them of the truth of life.” the first voice says to the second.
They continued to argue in this way for some time, their melodic voices so different but at the same time somehow together in an otherworldly way. Finally, the third voice speaks up, “We do neither.” it says softly, somehow when it speaks it has the qualities of the other two in balanced measures. “As usually, we cannot agree on how to act, and thus we do not. The only way in which we may act and agree is by the chance of being asked. Someone finding us to ask, otherwise it is our business to pluck the strings of those we oversee, weave the pattern of life.”
There is silence then for some time. Each one does believe that the situation is deteriorating, but they can never agree on what to do about such things. It is not in their nature.
Ok, someone please jump in, come across the Fates in the woods.