Whitesong sat on a couch in his brilliant room, staring at the ceiling with its intricate and colorful patterns. He watched it, but his mind was someplace else.
Before him on the couch was Starsight, whose eyes had flipped into her head, with only the whites showing. She was divining, and he waited for her to be done with it.
Most diviners weren't able to stop themselves from speaking that which they saw of the future. The Fatekeepers, however, had trained their ability to divine to such a level where they could hold back their thoughts from spewing out unnecessarily.
Right now, she divined the future, and the Alchemy God could do nothing but wait for her to come out of it.
Starsight jerked as her eyes returned to normal. She took a deep breath, calming herself from all the visions she saw.
"Anything?" Whitesong asked.