"My name is Rengyn," she said. "I am a goddess. Some say I rule over soil and agriculture, but more relevant, I often help those known as Diviners. I am here to offer you guidance."
She blinked, tilting her head curiously, her brow furrowed nervously. "I... I'm no diviner, Goddess Rengyn... I don't have any control over the visions."
"My dear, all diviners start with no control over their powers. They all begin differently. Some may begin with more prevalent magic, like control of ice or fire, while some have more subtle skills, like telekinesis, or clairvoyance, in your case."
She hesitated, looking around for a moment before looking up at her. "Do... do you know about Zerras? About what I did?"
She looked stricken, avoiding the goddess' gaze nervously. "I'm... I'm so sorry," she began, her voice shaking a little. "I didn't mean to cause so much trouble, really, I just... I thought it was the right thing to do, and I... I'm so sorry."
She offered a hand, her mere presence soothing. "I'd like you to take a moment and consider. Your visions.. say you picture a bountiful harvest. That doesn't mean you shouldn't tend to the plants, otherwise they will die. If you keep your regular activity of caring for them then your vision will come true. If you go above and beyond, then the results will be above satisfactory. This goes for any vision you have, Juniper."
She considered this, her arms folded protectively as she thought for a moment. "But... I don't know how to go above and beyond for Zerras," she said quietly, looking up at Rengyn. "I don't know how to make things better. With crops, it's simple, but he's a warlord and he... he says he's going to kill my family if I don't do as he says... what do I do about that?"
"His circumstance is an unusual one," she admitted. "His personality.. grating. But.. You've been doing well. He isn't type of person who can be told to not do something. It's better to show him. But he is going to go after his Hearthstone. That can't be stopped."
She hesitated, shaking her head slowly. "What will he do once he has the Hearthstone? I don't..." She pursed her lips as she tried to figure out how to phrase the sentence. "What will having the Hearthstone do for him?"
"That depends on how much he has changed," she said honestly. "You may not like this idea, but you should join him on his journey. It will teach both of you more about yourselves than you know."
She seemed concerned about this, looking up at her suddenly in confusion. "Join... him? Goddess, forgive me, but he doesn't want me. He doesn't like me. Besides, my farm is... what will my family do?"
"You have already proven a wonderful guide to him. He is just stubborn." Her hands ran over the wheat. "I will be willing to give aide to your family in your absence."
Knowing that her family would receive aid seemed to take a huge weight off her shoulders and she watched the goddess anxiously. "You... you will?"
"Of course," she said. "It's my specialty. Besides, if you join him and help him understand the goodness of humanity, I'm sure there are ways he can help you as well. Before he lost his hearthstone he was rather proficient in magic."
She nodded slowly, looking down at her feet nervously. "And... Oblivion? What happens if he gets his hands on Oblivion?"
She bit her lip, but seemed to be coming around. "We don't know where his hearthstone is anyway," she remarked, her brow furrowing. "We don't have any leads."
"You must travel outside the kingdom. There is lead in the nearby kingdom in the forest, inhabited mostly by those exiled."
