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Weejay was young in a lot of ways, but not so young she couldn't silently smile to herself that she had been right. In a way, Maia's grave misfortune had been Eljay's boon -- all it had taken was one cataclysmic event..

Weejay wondered how many other romances were like that. How many trysts had started, because of one seemingly random event? How many empires ruined, by the seemingly random favor of fate?

Her eyes lit up as Eljay spoke of them being a thing. Yes! Finally!! She afforded herself another little smile, accompanied by a wiggle of her shoulders in silent I-TOLD-YOU-SO glee. Of course, Weejay would never rub that kind of snobbery in anyone's face, least of all her Daddy. Sometimes, she knew, where you stood in a situation changed your perspective -- it was easy to measure things when you were on the outside looking in.. But when you were on the inside, everything was distorted -- like looking up at the sky through riverwater. "Maybe, you shouldn't think so much." Weejay joked, but it was true also. Overthinking had a way of sapping the joy from the present.. and in a lot of ways, sometimes the present was all we have. "All that matters is what happens right now. We -- you -- can cross that river when you get to it. Who knows. Maybe it won't be a river by the time that happens. Maybe it'll just be a stream."