“We failed to anticipate what my influence on the stone would do to someone who did not share my blood,” she said. “By the time she’d come to power, the Primordials had all taken a blood vow that they were done interfering in the ways of the Fae. They had long since retreated to the Cradle of Creation, leaving the living to decide their own fate.” Macha scoffed. “Leaving the Fates to decide their fates, you mean.”
