Moirai had first taken up tailoring just to make some coin. It just so happened that when she accidentally pricked herself with a needle, she'd bleed not in droplets, but in one, continuous red thread. On that day, she discovered she had a gift.

If she'd squint, she'd see sheets in the spaces before her. Layers lying over layers that, together, were thick enough to go unnoticed for most people. With this unique perception, she could see loose strings in the tapestry and tug gently, finding that it allowed her to do magic of sorts.

Moirai became enchanted by her line of work. She often found herself appreciating of the "designs" that make up the world, having developed keen eyes for details, though not necessarily for what matters most. She also isn't shy to add her on touch. Sometimes, she'd weave, changing what's already there into what she'd like to be in its place. Other times, she'd unravel, subtracting from beings and things to make material for herself. To those that'd indulge all her thinking-aloud, they'd come to know her as a strange, though somewhat reliable ally.

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