#Chapter 207: Backstage

Sarah POV I followed all the Oracles out of the temple and into the living quarters, where I felt a mild case of culture shock, walking so quickly from the white-on-white of the temple into a warm interior of dark, highly polished wood and the aroma of baking bread. For my next shock, the Oracles all whipped off their hoods, which allowed me to see for myself that they were indeed all omegas. Unlike the other secondary genders, they had no uniform hair or eye color, and for a minute I felt like I was around a group of sorority sisters. They continued to disrobe until they were wearing white pants and shirts and had hung their robes up on pegs. “Here you go,” an Oracle said to me while handing over the clothes I had been wearing before the spirit walk. “You can just hang the robe up over here.” She pointed to a peg. “I’m starving,” another Oracle said as I was changing. “Is lunch ready?” We walked from that front room into a dining hall where several priests were already si