When Hera's tasks lead Iris to Corinth, she continues to follow her duty through to completion.
is when she conceals her wings, taking to walk as mortals do through the grand city and towards the Akrokorinthos
. She takes the time to follow the pilgrim's path towards the entrance. She places the right amount of coins in the right hands.
"I have come to speak to the Theai Arkhaiai, soothsayer," Iris explains to the old woman at the gate to the interior temple, who never manages to meet Iris' gaze. Not a perjurer
, Iris thinks admiringly. A true temple.
"Of course, lady Aellôpos."
Inside the sanctuary, Iris turns away from the piles of offerings the others who have come here left for the Moirae - spindles, honey and water."You have come here."
"You should be elsewhere."
Iris has been told time and again to not look for the Fates unless they decide to show themselves. In a temple to them, the proper etiquette is to simply wait. Wait for your time.
But she has to ask.
"You told me I would go somewhere new. Someplace unheard of to me before. I have, and I would like to go back."
"We will not reveal your thread to you."
"Of course not. I would never be so foolish as to expect such things."
"But the messenger seeks a message of her own. You have never desired so before."
A hesitation there. There will be no lying here. "I believe Eros has his own influences."
"A mortal, Iris?"
"He is more than this." Almost a snap. Almost too much."You will go there again. To the End and the Beginning. How and when will be of your own devising."
Iris breathes again. "Thank you, Klothes. I am grateful for your guidance."
"He will require you to make choices."
"No you don't."