Author's Note: Warning this doesn't take place in any particular game in the franchise, though there is a reference to the Subrosians from Oracle of Seasons and to the Golden Goddesses! I hope you enjoy!
Skin hung off of her skeletal face like folds in wrinkled leather, and when she smiled her teeth were crooked and yellowing, but she was an Oracle and she was to be respected, so Link gulped down any doubts he had about her. He had questions he needed answering that were much more important than how he felt like fainting when he caught a whiff of the smell of heavy incense that drifted off of her in waves.
"I see you've come to learn more about your quest," she said, and her voice was accented and thick and grainy like her throat was made of honeyed sandpaper.
He nodded, not daring to open his mouth lest the smell had a taste too.
"You want to know more about the Golden Goddesses…"
Another nod.
"Well you've come to the right place."
Link sure as hell hoped he did. There had been a lot of tedious puzzle-solving and mountain climbing to get to this cavernous room and the amount of water that filled his boots was beginning to squelch. Did he really have to endure all this small talk?
"Which power is the one you seek? For it is within the order you gather their powers that will determine your fate."
Link shrugged, a jerky movement since his shoulders still tense and pained from the boulder that had hit him on the way up.
"Nayru's Crest of Wisdom will be most useful for one so young as you, for without wisdom one will not know how to handle Din's Crest of Power…"
Link nodded and was about to turn heel and leave, having his answers, but the woman just kept talking. He rolled his eyes and listened, deciphering her accent with relative ease (she had nothing on the dialect of the Subrosians, whose Hyrulian was so broken that it took him a day of exploration and a date with one of them to get used to it).
"Farore's Crest of Courage would be best though, since without Courage you cannot draw out the full potential of either of the others."
Okay, Farore's Crest of Courage first. Got it. He turned to leave again, a grimace crossing his face as he remembered the trials he'd faced on the way up and how awfully tedious and careful he'd have to be on the way down, but the Oracle spoke once more.
"To your safe journey," she said, before conjuring a glowing transport circle in front of him. He turned back to her, smiled, bowed, and whispered a "thank you" before finally and gratefully taking his leave.