Chapter 164: Replacement

Not my Kismet, of course, but a new one. A replacement Kismet, young and lovely and already blind, it seemed. Or was her blindness a part of the power? Had she lived her life, until now, as a sighted woman? What could she see through that milky whiteness that I wasn't privy to? Instead of blindness, could it be she instead saw more than anyone?

Possibly, and perhaps at some point I'd get the chance to ask her. But not today, not when she was newly made and clearly still confused by her status. How odd to reach out and take her hand, guide her forward, into the circle of us, to join Time and Karma as they observed her approach without surprise registering. They knew she'd be coming, I suppose, though it was news to me. Shouldn't have been, perhaps, since the powers of Creation needed vessels, hosts to work through.