It's Fortuna. [Ankh shrugged slightly, poking at a pillow with his Greeed hand and extracting a strange red feather that glinted in the light, the tiny edges of it curled and the vague suggestion of an eye pattern at the tip.] I doubt that there ever was a real temple to her unless you want to count a gambling hall.

[Let's face it - the Lady of Fate was prone to being everything and nothing, good and bad, right and wrong. For every person that wished for chance to give them that one big break, there were more that just suddenly fell over it. There was no way that a god like that would play favorites, even if it was for themselves.]

I haven't noticed any effort at all on my part. [He concentrated and the feather was engulfed in flames, but instead of turning to ash, it just burned like a candle or a light bulb.] So it might be just a cause of whatever force is at work.