"I've never had a flower ask me to tell their future."

The rule of a city and its lands are a grand task, if its ruler intends for it to prosper. Hundreds of of voices all cry out for justice, or favor, or simply to complain for its own sake. For one who can see many futures, the task is even more burdensome, as she is expected to have seen everything. How do you then tell those who must sacrifice that you chose it for them? That they must suffer now, for the greater good, that there is something better for them coming? For the Fateweaver, these questions haunt her every moment, except here. Here, in her garden, she can find peace from the endless storms outside.

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