Derrick
The Peacekeeper leaned their head to the side. It was interesting for a demigod to have been created on their own, without any sentients to live amongst. But then again, The Peacekeeper had been created alongside a veritable legion of skeletal compatriots. "Who are the other sentient being within Triticea's realm? Are they also strawberries?" The demigod thought back to their interactions with Mr Bones. It was true that he was sensible, though perhaps acted a bit too prudent at times. Not every apocalyptic scenario he thought of was going to come to pass in reality. Calena, Crucia, Keres and Aphot... All names that The Peacekeeper didn't recognise. Maybe Mr Bones just hadn't met any other gods when he made his first demigod? Not like it mattered though, The Peacekeeper would be told about what was important when it became important. 

They let out a light chuckle, just enough for Fragarie to hear. "Yes, I suppose that would describe my father. Sensible to a fault in my opinion, though there are certainly worse characteristics I suppose... How would you describe your mother though? Still a single word or do you think you know her enough to say a bit more?" It was interesting that Mr Bones had met Triticea when she had first awoken. The Peacekeeper often sensed its father's presence high up on the world tree. Maybe he greeted new gods as they came into existence. Maybe he tried to be the first to influence them. Not like The Peacekeeper could do much about it though, they were sure that in the end Mr Bones' goals would be morally correct.
William
The Strawberry Maiden grinned, always happy to talk about her new sisters. "They're called the Ceres! They were made to command the Granum, who are tasked with spreading fertility to crops across the realms!" She explained. One notable thing about all of Triticea's creations was that everything had a purpose. The Granum to help grow crops, the Ceres to command them and to defend the Valley from mortals, and of course Fragarie herself, who had been made to be a guardian. "All of us have a reason to exist! Purpose is a very important part of existence to Mom." She nodded sagely, not at all afraid to spill the tea on her own creator. In her humble opinion, her mom needed to touch some grass, so spreading the word of the Great Locust's existence might help her fix that.

Speaking of spilling the tea, the Peacekeeper wanted to know what she thought about the Lady of the Harvest. Fragarie brought one of her legs to the bottom of her head, mimicking the human gesture of stroking her chin. Hm... "Mom's normally pretty nice, though she's really scary when she's angry. Uh... Also, she needs to get out more." It wasn't that the goddess was antisocial, just that she was too engrossed with fulfilling her purpose of perfecting her plants to really take the initiative of exploring the world outside her realm! She supposed that that was one thing that she was grateful she didn't share with her creator. She couldn't imagine enjoying a life of being cooped up in one place for all of eternity.

Still, it felt like there was something that she was leaving out. She couldn't put her leg on it, but it was an odd feeling that prodded the back of her mind, trying to remind her of something that she couldn't remember at the moment. Eh, if it was important, she wouldn't have forgotten it, so it was probably fine if she didn't include whatever it was. At least, she thought that was how her mom had created her memory capacity. Honestly, Fragarie wasn't entirely sure about that, either.
Derrick
Ok, so, the ceres commanded the granum, who tended to the crops. A bit more complex than skeletal castes but nothing too over the top. "I can understand. The creation of me and my fellow demigod was done for specific reasons. I for one was made to be a leader, a uniting force for the skeletons." The Peacekeepr paused for a moment, looking away from Fragerie. "I'm on a break right now though. Can't be around them all the time. My sibling, The... *Warmonger*, is more concerned with matters of conflict, if you couldn't guess. They tend to stay away from the rest of the skeletons though, which I do enjoy. I feel like my father gets out enough, might not be around his sentients enough all things considered. But that's why I was created. To enact His will. The other skeletons though, they just sort of exist. Free to do as they see fit, though that mainly seems to just be mess around and create weapons. I don't believe you've told me your purpose though. Why did Triticea create you?"
William
"Well, I was meant to be a Guardian of my mom's realm, basically to make sure no mortal or demigod caused any trouble there." She shrugged. "But nobody ever really goes there, anyway, so my mom gave me permission to leave and explore the world. Something about how it would give me a better understanding of intruders." Of course, she could also have mentioned that she had the ability to sense intruders and instantly return to the Valley, but she chose to withhold that information. It wasn't that she distrusted the Peacekeeper, quite the opposite in fact, but it just seemed like a security risk to let that kind of information get out there. The element of surprise when the giant demigod wasp appeared with murder on the mind would remain an advantage over invaders.

"I'm supposed to go, wacha, pow, boom!" The wasp fluttered her wings excitedly as she swung her arms randomly in the air, "And either scare them off, or maybe kill them if they don't leave." She sounded pretty remorseless about the idea, though to be fair it was a bit hard for her to feel bad for killing intruders. That was the purpose that she had been created to fulfil, so she had also been created not to pity those who might enter the realm. "Of course, if they're not causing trouble, I'm supposed to just leave them alone." She was just there to deal with troublemakers, given that her mother's Valley was hardly a closed realm.

"But man, Peacekeeper and Warmonger are pretty awesome names." She wondered what her name might have been if she had been Mr. Bones' creation rather than her Mother's. Guardian sounded a little basic, but she wasn't really learned enough to come up with something better. Also, guardian was kind of a lot less cool than fire names like Warmonger. "Hey, is your dad named after actual bones, or are actual bones named after him?" She wondered. She had always wanted to know, so she figured that it wouldn't hurt to ask one of his creations for that answer directly.