"Of course, Mom, what silly things are you saying." Faye said with a smile.
"...My silly daughter, do you really know?" Anna looked at Faye, her eyes filled with unease and reluctance.
How could Malin not know? Anna had seen the problem with Malin; she was afraid, afraid her daughter would be transformed by Malin—after all, deities always did such things.
"I really do know. I know everything Malin has discovered, and he has told our sisters, which unraveled the long-standing questions we've had."
With Faye's words, Malin could only be a loyal listener, hearing the mother-daughter conversation, with his lovers occasionally joining in. They talked about Malin's future and the beauty that awaited.
Anna and Lena listened, asked, and watched Malin's eyes change.
Finally, Anna looked at Malin: "What are you thinking?"
