The goddess stood on an expanse of tessellated marble, pouring the water out of the twin vases she held into the scallop-shaped pool below — just as she had for the past several centuries.
Although the visitors to the tavern were often fascinated by her form, few people ever took the time to actually visit the fountain — except for the children. Only they seemed to understand the magic she possessed, if their gleeful requests for copper coins to secure their wishes could be taken as any evidence.
Unbeknownst to the children’s parents, and even the children themselves, she often granted them their wishes, although many would take her years to fulfill. It was a good thing that she was made out of marble, otherwise she might not have had the stamina to complete such tasks.
“Still,” she thought, “there’s nothing better than the expression of an adult when they realize that a wish they made as a child has finally come true.”
The wishes made by adults often took less time to grant, not because they were any easier to accomplish, but because they often needed them more. After all, an adult who still believed in magic, even just enough to make a wish, had become a rare commodity in this realm.
The goddess could only assist when asked, otherwise there was no wish. She hoped that the psychologist would remember this rule now that she was back at the tavern. All the goddess could do for now was to watch and wait...