One of Hati's daughters stared at her, lowered the bottle down, and growled. "Mother, behave yourself."
Hati shifted, looked at her with a smile, and the air around them vibrated, the chimes rang, and the liquor in the bottle rippled. "Am I not?"
"Of course you aren't! Besides, that letter in his hand is signed by Queen Isdis. It's official business, so get it together."
"Huh, shouldn't Astrid and Frida be dealing with that?" Hati sighed, and her daughters looked more exhausted than disappointed. "Of course not! You are still the queen; in fact, you'll never step down from the throne as you are eternal."
Hati, unlike all residents of the universe, was a true immortal being. She doesn't age, cannot die, cannot cease to exist, and cannot change. Her power would always remain the same, and her future, as well as possible reflection across fate, were all but written in stone.
