Onyx couldn't stop herself from staring at Tarentek as they walked. Her father wants him to play the role of a diplomat!? "Y-you make a valid point, however that would imply that Fellagang and Heillias knew this was going to happen by the time of my birth, and that is not possible. Only Olias can tell the events of the future, but Olias never tells Fellagang or Heillias anything of what they see. Only Spirits of the past may guide the Spirit of the future."

Onyx sighed and took a deep breath before continuing. "One thing I think I've realized by talking with you about this is that I probably am destined to be a Prophet or a Diplomat like my mother is. I will have to go to Fellagang's place of power and ask him for guidance to be sure, however I have a feeling in my heart that I am right." Onyx stopped talking and led Tarentek the rest of the way to the marketplace in silence. 

The marketplace was one of the most confusing things Onyx had ever experienced in her life, and it was all because of wings. Everyone in the market was almost always an Elissic, because of the aversion her race had towards outsiders they rarely appeared there, however the living mosaic of multi-colored wings made it just as confusing as if every person there was a different race altogether.