As night’s shadow swept with blanketing arms through the vast desert realm, the flickering light of the Diviner’s Fire was aglow, just beyond the oasis; burning infinitely, though for a long while its holy flame had been neglected. Slow, unsure steps led Africa towards the unfamiliar, though sacred ground. She had not visited any of the Diviners before her, nor had she truly understood the purpose of such a title in the herd. With a new, ambitious perspective however she approached the dancing firelight, feeling immediately the radiating warmth from its core. Perhaps she was not the epitome of what the role stood for, but she was more than determined to grow into it.

Quietly she watched it for a little while, standing apart from it to reflect and consider all that had been told in the meeting a few evenings before. Many names had been installed throughout the Throat’s higher ranks; Onni and herself, had been generously rewarded by the Sun God himself and wore now a beautiful chain each, adorned with a Sun Amulet.
The words and events which had come to pass spun through her mind wildly, though she felt a strange ease there, as she waited by the fire. With the gift, had been bestowed the title of Oracle, and it was for that reason she had come- to seek counsel (she hoped boldly), with he whose blessing had been given to her.

In many ways Africa felt foolish for aspiring to fulfil this role; she understood very little about the Gods, magic and such mystical entities. But she trusted the Sun God wholly, not doubting for a second the decision he had made to favour her amongst those of her peers which has also strived to serve him. Tentatively, she dropped the Sun Amulet which had been tightly clenched between her teeth- a gesture to show that she was grateful perhaps; that she valued her gift. It dropped heavily, though was caught by the golden chain which secured it safely against the flesh of her breast.

Closer she shuffled to the blazing firelight, nervously so (instinct cautioned her approach, just like her visits near to the heart of Helovia). But she lifted her face bravely to gaze into its burning pulse and appealed to the Sun God, if he should be there; if that’s how this worked. "Sun God? It’s Africa. I’ve come to thank you." Indeed she was grateful for his favour, but she wasn’t so confident that the responsibilities therein would be straight forward. What she did know, and earnestly so, was that she would strive to meet the expectations of her kin, to fulfil their spiritual needs as Oracle- and serve the Sun God passionately, whose land they lived within.

Right now, she just wasn’t sure how to begin this bold new endeavour.