Noss, Goddess of Oracles, was perhaps the most elusive god of all. Selective to whom she granted her blessings, being one of her oracles was a revered position.

"I must say, little starlight, you do make me rather proud." The Goddess spoke as the mother you'd delivered a prophecy to left the temple.

You hadn't even realized Noss was there.

"Though that leaves me most curious as to why have you not yet accepted my request to become high oracle. Many would jump eagerly at the opportunity."