Ella
As Onesifi wandered about the many branches of Gaia, they were bound to find themself in the Gardens of Gaia. The deity of travel didn't stop for a second, but they did find themself going in circles, captivated by the gardens.

Onesifi knew themself well enough to note the peculiarity of this. After all, such aimless movement went against all that they were: they were spending their time and energy on something that served no purpose at all. But the smell of flowers, the colourfulness, the pure energy of *Life* That permeated this place almost completely overwhelmed the new deity. Their mind was desperately trying to justify this: *"It doesn't befit a deity to act without knowing what the situation is. I am just gaining understanding."* How true was that? Onesifi themself could hardly say.

In any case, the heron-winged deity picked a golden apple-like fruit from a nearby tree, starting to eat it on the go, perhaps waiting for another of their divine siblings to show up.
Tammy
As the goddess of agriculture and the Lady of the Harvest, it was no surprise that the Wheatmother often frequented the Gardens of Gaia. This was the place where her own creator's take on plants grew, after all, and so the wonderful fruits here often served as a base and an inspiration for her to mimic in her own plants and to improve upon until they were greater than even the bounties of the Mother of the Gods. In a way, these two were her siblings. After all, all of the gods were special fruits sprouting the World Tree, so it could be said that these fruits, of the same origin, were her brothers and sisters too, merely deprived of the gift of life.

As she stepped into the Garden, however, she quickly realised that she was not alone today. As usual when going out into areas where her siblings were likely to appear, she had adopted a humanoid form, shedding her true eldritch shape into something more presentable. She had appeared, as usual, in the form of a beautiful human woman with golden hair like wheat tied into braids that hung over her shoulders. "Sibling!" She called, waving a hand at him as she strolled through the mulchy fields and approached where he stood. Of course, this place was not exclusive to the gods, but as a deity she could sense his divinity, especially since he made no effort to hide his godhood.

He was no deity that she recognised, but that was no surprise. She knew that she had only the thinnest of connections among her sisters and brothers, and even if she knew of every god in existence, the Mother Goddess was always sprouting more and more of her kin with each passing day. With one arm, she waved in greeting to him, and in the other she held a basket of the finest wheat from her Valley. She had brought them here to compare them against the specimens that were growing in the divine garden, to see what niche areas that she had yet to improve upon. There was no sense in settling for success, after all, not when excellence was an expectation.
Ella
Onesifi was slightly startled by the unknown voice, enough to stop their wandering for a moment. It would be foolish to assume that there would be no other deities in the divine gardens, of course, but, in their defense, they assumed they would have to be the one to approach another. They turned around in time to see the goddess wave at them, and waved back - as was courteous.

There wasn't truly any purpose to their wandering before that, so a dialogue with the goddess - who, as the embodiment of ambition could tell by her aura, held quite a bit more power than them - would certainly not hurt. After all, she could help the deity grasp their newly-found power and give away information on the state of existence and some other of their siblings. 

They cleared their throat in preparation and responded with a bow and a steady voice: "Greetings, sister. I am Onesifi, and I believe I embody ambition, as well as travel. May I inquire as to your own identity?"

After that, they noticed the bucket of wheat in the goddess's hand. Instinctually, they moved around her, closer to the bucket, and inquired: "Am I correct in assuming that you are the goddess of plantlife? I must compliment the wheat; it has a beautiful colour."
Tammy
The Great Locust's mouth curved upwards from her more welcoming smile into one of mild amusement. "Sort of, but not really. The plants of the wild are none of my business." It might not seem like an important distinction to others, but it meant the world to her. An important part of her purpose was to be a goddess of civilisation as well as a god of plants, so to associate her with the plants of the wild was terribly incorrect. As far as she was concerned, the trees of forest and the berries sprouting in the wild were the domain of the gods of nature, and had nothing at all to do with her. What she represented was the plants cultivated by mortal hands, the crops that allowed civilisations to survive. As far as she was concerned, the difference was as vast as the endless void that surrounded the World Tree.

She placed her free hand on her chest. "I'm Triticea, the Wheatmother. I hold the portfolios of agriculture, satiety, and hunger, though the goddess of the harvest rolls off the tongue better." As for his domains... They were important, too. Ambition was the less important one in her eyes, since it didn't really relate to farming. Travel was important, though, as it was travel that allowed mortals to sell their harvests, and it was travel that allowed the trade of her crops to flourish. Perhaps that was a bit of a tunnel-visioned way to look at it, but she had a tunnel-visioned way of looking at things in general. Above all, she cared about the role in running the world that she believed that the Mother Gaia had created her for.

"As for the wheat, this is some of the finest from my Valley of Abundance. It's excellent, but it's not yet perfect. That's what I'm here to refine." She hummed, not afraid to admit her intentions. Why would she be, after all? She hardly thought that anyone would really object to her improving the quality of her crops, especially since it meant that the bounty that her swarms of Granum would leave behind would be even greater now.
Ella
Onesifi remained in movement as they listened to Triticea's replies. Perhaps some would find it rude and inappropriate in a polite conversation - but frankly, they couldn't care less. Their nature was movement - physical as well as mental.

The clarification on the goddess's domain made the deity shake their head as they responded: "Ah. Please, forgive me for the misunderstanding. I am still trying to find out what exists and what does not." There clearly was a lot more already going on in this new universe than Onesifi would assume at the first glance. The gods of civilisation had already formed - which meant that they had arrived late enough for their own domains to truly matter. Growth of a tree, of grass, even the way that animals sought to feed themselves - all of that did not concern Onesifi in the slightest, for there was no true purpose behind that. And yet, the brief looks down from the branches of the Godmother did let them know that the world was young enough. There was time.

Still, their thoughts were going off track. The conversation now, everything else later. "It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Triticea," - they nodded in response to Triticea's own introduction. A common courtesy, little more to be said here, and so Onesifi decided to move onto the next part - a more interesting one.

Hearing the goddess proclaim her goal in the garden drew an approving smile out of the deity of ambition. "Perfection is always a worthy pursuit, I have to say. Never quite achievable, of course, but that means that one is always striving for more," Onesifi stated, almost as more of a remark to themself. Their voice trailed off somewhat, unsure as what to say next exactly.
Tammy
Triticea didn't much mind Onesifi's silence, if she was being honest. Better silence than annoyance, like speaking in riddles the way Aphot did. At the very least he had the good grace to be silent, and when he finally did speak he seemed sensible enough. It did occur to her that her standards for what was acceptable might be rather low, but she wasn't quite sure. Unlike some of the other gods, which had their past lives to draw upon for memories, she was an original creation of the Mother Goddess. As such, she had no real point of reference to what was acceptable behaviour and what was not, even if she tried to conduct herself with some level of dignity.

Oh, he was speaking again. Her eyes flickered from the ground back to him as she piped up, giving him her some admittedly vapid pleasantries before moving on to something more interesting. "Perhaps not for mortals, but for the divine, perfection is in reach. Not easily so, of course, but it is there." She hummed, brushing on the stalks of wheat. "To mortals, perfection is unattainable. They die before they can reach it. But for us gods, us immortals, we have eternity to refine our domains, and to make them flawless." 

To create perfect plants was why she had been created, after all. It would make no sense in her mind for perfection to be out of reach, since that would mean that the very purpose that drove her was impossible. "Gaia creates us all with a task that we're meant to fulfil." She hummed, closing her eyes. "What role were you assigned to play?" Another side effect of being an original creation of Gaia was that she tended to hold purpose in high regard, since she had little else to truly cling to. Being a solitary deity, she had few connections to the world outside at the moment, and with no past life to rely upon, she had only purpose to drive her.

Was it really so surprising that it would become the very centre of everything that she stood for, of the criteria that she used to judge others?