Crwydryn

To truly understand the value of a thing, you must first have it, then lose it. - Crwydryn

The goddess who is rarely there:

The Voice who called to the short - haflings and gnomes - is a bit of a mystery to outsiders, and only marginally involved with her people - to their knowledge. Religious tradition states that Crwydryn hides amongst her people, wandering through the land and visiting at the towns and hearths of the short be they humble or proud. She has a reputation for wanderlust, moving from place to place.
This appears odd, as the short are highly social and familial people, with strong ties to their land and hearths. They rarely travel when left to their own inclinations, except for a tiny minority who suffer from their own version of wanderlust. These are termed "Crwydryn's Children" and include both those with an taste for wandering, and those who for various reasons (such as the Short Plague) are unwelcome in familial communities. The existence of a goddess in abstentia who travels anonymously has engendered a practice of extreme hospitality towards strangers amongst all the peoples of the short. It is typical in even unobservant families to set a place at the dinner table for Crwydryn and to invite perfect strangers whom one encounters to dinner and for an evenings rest.
The portrayal of Crwydryn across all her worshipers is consistent in theme, those who were called by Crwydryn were in some way "short" of the standards set by the other races or Voices, and Crwydryn sacrificed some thing of herself to fill that lack, and so became a wanderer ever searching to see that which she gave up for her people.

Goddess of the Short

Unlike the All Father or Lameravis, Crwydryn, goddess of the short is rarely mentioned in the religious texts of the major races, with the notable exception of The Dawn of the Gods. Crwydryn however, is worshipped by more people than any other deity as she is a consistent religious figure for gnomes, haflings, pixies, nymphs and numerous other races.

Excerpt from "The Annals of the Haflings":

At the time of the calling, when the sentient races were chosen by the Voices, the Voice of Crwydryn was an faint echo in the mountains, a whisper in the night. She called to those who were short, to the races who were overlooked by others, those who were not the strongest, or the fleetest. She found those who were not the most industrious, those who were not the most clever, the most ruthless, the most passionate.
She called to us, her children, who the others considered less.
In us she found wistfulness and an admiration of the others, courage that endures the trials of life, and dogged patience that continues on in the face of adversity. To us she gave joy, contentment, the care of family, good nature, a willingness to work, a satisfaction with life and a love of home. She emptied herself of all this, filling us up with her own heart, seeking to comfort us in our lack.
And having emptied herself of these and given them to us, they were gone, no longer her own, and restlessness fell upon her, and she began to travel, for she could no longer be at peace.
So tend your garden, serve your master, set your table and drink the good brown ale. But invite the wanderer to your home, lay a setting at your table for the stranger, buy the first glass of beer for the wayfarer,
For Crwydryn wanders the world in search of the gifts she has granted to her people.