Ouroboros Spine lxi. you blinded me

Lótë's lashes fluttered in a surprised blink, not having known that Aiolos had once been a slave. "I understand." She did, better than he knew. The title of slave was never something she'd claimed but the dove knew what it was to be held hostage. And she too seemed to have followed the path intended for her, that of her foremothers, despite taking a new identity and fleeing the Land of Many Elms. 

"Perhaps that is why you're so well suited for them. Because you didn't ask for it." This was only soft musing aloud, Lótë didn't have the answers for either of them. "It often seems to be the way of things."