"We've been waiting." The three women spoke in unison.
"Oh, good, I thought you might leave." Arya joked.
The Mother frowned, clearly not amused by Arya's attempt at being lighthearted.
The crone cleared her throat ending the awkward silence after the joke didn't land.
"Violet Drakarys, we three welcome you. I am The Mother," she gestures to the right of her, "This it The Crone and The Maiden to my left."
"The Maiden, that's so funny I was also a maiden." Violet giggled.
The Maiden scoffed at the ridiculous attempt to relate to her, thinking they weren't even on the same level. Forgetting she was carrying the child of a god.
"No child, it is not just a title, like yours, it's also our name. We give up our names when we assume our role in the coven. Her name is Maiden, the title is The Maiden. Understand." The Crone explained "To my understanding, you came to ask us to bind your child's power, is that correct?"
"oh, excuse me, yes that's correct."
