The oracle is not cowed in the slightest by Dumos; she simply smiles. "The seeds of the maple tree are carried by the wind, far from where the branch originally drops them. If you are meant to have been there, but first you are here, then that too may have been meant. Or it may simply have been happenstance; Destiny does not bother to control everything, or why would mortals ever have been granted free will? I lost a daughter many years ago, and I show less resentment toward the cosmos for taking my little girl away, than you are over a brief detour on your path to greater glories. I can see the mark of the Flaming Fist in both your past and your future; were I in your shoes, I wouldn't try to rush such a reunion."