“fortune knows we scorn her most when she offers blows.”
❝ PERHAPS THOSE BLOWS ARE DEALT for a reason . ❞ sea salt lips part in a thoughtful expression , a clawed hand turning cascading tresses around and around thin digits in idle motion .
❝ no divine gift ought ever be rejected , whether those receiving the gift desire it or not . mortals are terribly ravenous creatures , and oft unappreciative . when tyche wills a flower to bloom in their dryest desert , they curse her for not providing them an oasis . they want and want , yet never pause to be gracious . anyone would grow tired of such insolence , and so fate does as well , I presume . ❞
