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"An interesting thread, sister…what do you suppose would happen if I plucked this string?"
Mephala laughed softly as Azura peered over her shoulder; the Daedric Prince's eyes glimmered with silver fire, interest in their starlit depths. Though Azura frowned at Mephala's machinations, she would occasionally join in whenever there was a new tapestry.
Mephala did not mind her sister's touch, not when it blessed her with so many plots to weave.
"Not a path I would have chosen," Azura replied, reaching out to test the thread. It hummed between the Twilight Queen's fingers, wisps of reality binding together until a new, different path was laid—one with pain, and blood, already stained by the Webspinner's fingers. "But…an intriguing one. Will you see it through, to the end?"
Mephala paused. "Will you grant it?" Azura did not often allow interference in her beloved creations. Especially the ones blessed by her touch.
"Perhaps. A divergence, on what could have been." Azura released the gossamer thread, letting it fade into Mephala's webs. "But not yet, sister. It's not yet time."
"When we are ready then." Mephala smiled, and with blackened fingers picked up another line.