Shelby's POV
I glanced at each of them. They all wore a welcoming smile. I did not at any time fear these women. Something inside of me, deep down inside, told me I was safe with them. The red head seem to be the leader of the group. She began to speak.
"My name is Clotho. I am the eldest here. We are the Moirae, or as most know us as, the Fates." The red head said smiling brightly.
"I am Lachesis." The blonde spoke with a slight shyness.
"I am Atropos." The black haired one said with gusto.
"I am Shelby." I said to them, feeling they already knew this.
"Yes. We know, dear." Clotho giggled.
"I thought the Fates were old women?" I said as more of a question.
"We appear to gods and mortals as old because to most ... age means wisdom." Atropos answered.
I just nodded
