Whenever the perfect sky-blue circle formed within the center of the spring, Libby was again reminded of the world above she had never seen. The gods offered her a single prophecy at the time she became a spirit of Neotellus: [When you have seen that sphere one thousand times, we will come for you.] Still, thinking next on having to depart from the small creatures that adore her so, her heart also filled with sadness. Though she comforted her companions to relieve her own concern, she remembered not how many times had already passed.