Andy
The Ascendent briefly traced the silver's route with its finger. While the skeleton agreed that the decoration did look rather fetching, it would not last forever. Perhaps when all was said and done the demigod would replace it with another metal, one that represented triumph. Or perhaps the silver would stay. It was far too early to tell. 

"I am overall... Indifferent to Gaia. She is the creator of both ally and enemy, to call her a positive or negative force would be giving characteristics to the tree that it simply does not possess. While Gaia's creation of my father was a clear boon to this place, her creation of other gods was not nearly as benign. It all evens out though, more or less. As for your creator, I neither know of or know her."

The Ascendent was about to go on a tirade on how Shadeje's creator must have been a cruel thing to abandon their child without so much as giving their name. But something distracted them. Another sulky thing, coming to The Ascendent's branch for some kind of comfort. Leaning ever so slightly towards Shadeje The Ascendent muttered "I couldn't say, this is the first time I've ventured to the tree's branches."

The skeleton then looked at whoever, whatever, had just arrived. It was a worm- possibly a snake. Fair chance of it having a skeleton, though it had a most duplicitous form. Its very arrival was marked by a wave on unpleasant energy. Whatever backwards god created this thing clearly didn't care for such minor things as aesthetics. Nor health, given the foul bile now staining the tree. 

"What is your name, beast. Who is your creator?"

Aggressive, certainly. But it wasn't The Ascendent's fault that this *Thing* Had been made so horrid looking.
Lila
`"Okay.. I'm okay... Yes? Yeah! Y-yeah... My name is Vorran, f-former daughter of E-edon..."` *Former? Vorran might not understand how that quite works, she was still his daughter even if they were disowned. Genetics are genetics and that can't be changed, the beast gently falls and flops from the branch to ground level with the rest, taking keen observations on the pair that stood before them. A strange sad jellybean and a skeleton, what a strange world to live in... The small purple serpent traces over her own skin with the remains of its tail, sounds of welding and sparks begin to fly as though she were cauterising her own wounds with some sort of machinery. Such was the joy of change, unorthodox methods and strange occurrences followed every corner.*

*Vorran pulls a smile through the pain and speaks up again. However nothing actually comes out, she can't be heard over the fizzling of charred skin and welded together flesh. The pain of the situation was intense and the world around them was a reminder of the suffering. Potentially it was time to make amends and some new friends, now she had the chance to... She still had her sister, Ophelia to turn to if it all went wrong... Unless Edon had got there first.*

*The purple eyes begin to spin once more, a hypnotic pattern emerges from the smile. The back of her mouth glows with the same light as she continues speaking through the equivilent of construction work. Blabbering on about something, it's not until she takes a break in the action that the racket of noise stops and the end of her speech finally comes out.*

`"— And that's how I ended up here!"`

*Great... What a compelling backstory, seemed this serpent wasn't the brightest. It had taken the childish properties from Abrielle. Edon interpreting that as a bumbling idiot in the creation process, Vorran looks up to the higher branches and shudders once more, flickers in her eyes depict the terror of war for a fraction of a second before they fade back to reality.*

`"Y-you guys are friends now... Right?"`
Kyle
Blankly staring at The Ascendent, Shadeje shrugged off his correction.
"Yatta, yatta," The demigod said. "Look: call me crazy, but I'm convinced that Gaia is just great, even if she creates some not-so-great things. Look at this place! Ain't it just lovely?"
She stopped to think more, her chaotic mind unable to focus on both the broken creature and the skeleton. Before more words came to her head, The Ascendent answered her previous question. Strangely, she had already forgotten about what she'd asked in the first place.

"Oh, man, okay."
The blue in her skin deepened as her mood sunk lower and lower, her white-colored eyes almost appearing to obtain some sort of glow against the darker color. She allowed her cold, abiding gaze to gouge into the purplish serpent's changing body.

Vorran changed, just like her. Horrified, Shadeje watched as she drilled and injured her own skin. She bit her lip, wishing she could have said something. The name that Vorran had spoken of.. Edon? It rung some sort of bell in her head, and she hated it. Feeling bursts of purple blossom on her skin, she didn't try very hard to suppress her bitterness. Her form remained blue as ever, even if it was constantly shifting from one shade to the next. "Blue" Was what the mortals of her realm called her. They were lucky enough to not meet her other... Looks.

"Great story," Shadeje muttered. "Shame we couldn't hear a single word over your... Um.. Whatever you were doing. Speaking of that, actually, would you mind stopping? It's freaking me out. There's other ways to heal that don't sound like an.. I don't know, something as loud as that. AND there's ways that don't look like they hurt so much."

Glancing at The Ascendent, she seemed as though she was making sure he was fine with her coming closer to Vorran. In her mind, he was the wisest one out of the three of them. Her feet slowly lifted themselves and landed a step further on the ground, cautious, as if she was scared that the snake might attack.

"Well, I'm not completely brainless. I think I know how that story went. Don't worry, sis, I'm disowned too," She placed a cold, off-putting hand on Vorran's body. "You're such a sad little thing. C'mere, I love sad little things."
The demigod patted the serpent's head, continuing to be unaware of the social norms that she should've been following.
Andy
Shadeje seemed to react to the name Edon. Likely, the creator of Vorran if The Ascendent had to guess. It seemed that neither of the beings The Ascendent had found itself among had a positive opinion of their creators at all. How peculiar, did other gods *Really* Create life with no concern for its wellbeing? The skeletons little romp in Majesty's land already proved that some deities saw their mortals as little more than slaves, but at the very least those had been **Convinced** They were happy. Damnation- that was a dangerous line of thinking. Even *Suggesting* That one such as Majesty was not as bad as Edon or whoever made Shadeje gave idea that she was more trustworthy, that a deal could possibly be made with her if it acted against 'worse' deities. No, all these gods were just as bad as one another until evidence to the contrary was made painfully obvious. No concessions would be given to the forces of evil. 

As the demigod listened to Vorran's story, it noticed something awfully strange. Not from the story, no, The Ascendent was barely paying attention and couldn't make heads or tail of whatever the thing was saying. The creature was emitting some strange, pulsing, purple light. Peculiar to say the least. There was some hidden message there, something the creature was attempting to achieve with its lightshow. The Demigod was content ignoring whatever was happening, for now. If the thing tried it again too many times then something suspicious would certainly be taking place.

"No, not yet. Nor are you my enemy- for now.
** **

The Ascendent looked around the tree. There were other branches relatively close that would probably hold the demigod's weight. But it was always sensible to be safe when given the chance. Two of The Ascendent's spare arms reached out to grasp a branch above it while the others kept a hold of the limb it was previously on. It had gotten too crowded where the demigod was previously sitting. While it did take a bit more effort, the air was a slight bit more comfortable to be in. Content in its new hovering state, The Ascendent nodded at Shadeje who had... Already turned away to touch the thing. 

"Vorran. Who is this 'Edon' you speak of, beyond being your creator. I am unfamiliar with their name."
Lila
`"Disowned?"` *The single word rings out with a soft voice... She's hurt by it, Vorran hates that word all of a sudden. It burns with bitterness and stings her forked tongue just to speak it. A droning hum continues in the midst of her endless noise and cacophony of changing notes and chords. Then... Silence. She stops reconstructing her scales and falls into a trance for a moment. The static in her brain like a lobotomy, she does not move. Only remains frozen for quite a while, the words they were all saying were going in with nothing coming out... Disowned... It repeated, over and over. Every pronunciation slightly different until she finally spits it out.*

`"I am not disowned... He will come back for me!"` *Still hopeful, even in her clearly maimed state. It seemed insane for anybody to possess some sort of optimism for the situation, especially for one of Edons creations. Truly a bizarre shift in events, the snake allows her head to be pat gently. Looking up with child-like eyes that filled with glee, not minding the cold touch against her mangled body... No sadness could invade this ones conscious. She was simply too stupid to worry about things like... Emotions... Who needed those things anyway.*

`"I am stopping, yes! Oh- Uhm... We are not friends? This is NOT good news. This is BAD news... BAD BAD BAD BAD... I HATE BAD NEWS... Vorran likes, good news! Good good!"`

*There was something wrong with this one. Maybe she hit her head too hard? Nope. This was just how Vorran acted, as Edons embodiment of the fear of war and his emotions he had experienced. Vorran inherited the childlike quips and remarks he often shed during that encounter, now he was past such things... Combat was not about silly messages, only the final strike. She shakes her head, flicking shed skin and bits of carapace all over the place as if a porcupine had fired its quills, she smiles gently before turning to the ascendant. Continuing to squirm and wiggle around like a pool noodle...*

`"Edon!... E-Don... The god of fate, change and eclipses! Apparently, he is bad news... That can not be true, my father is good news! He eats the bad fruits... To keep the good ones... B-but there are no good ones... They hurt him, they hurt me..."` *She extends her carapace atop her head into a large spike that she can use to point, pointing it towards the upper branches and the hanging fruits of Gaia... Surely she should be pointing at the nearby garden? That can't be right... Not those fruits... She was just confused? Surely?*

`"War. War is bad news..."`
Kyle
She turned from Vorran to look at The Ascendent, her eyes widening as she watched him hang from the branch. "Woah. How are you doing that?" Shadeje questioned. "That's the craziest thing I've seen all day!"

Then, her focus went back to the serpentine demigod. She seemed to be having a hard time deciding who she should have been focusing on more: the deranged, injured snake, or the cool-looking skeleton. After what felt like forever, she made a temporary choice and spoke to Vorran.
"Yeah, disowned.." She echoed, tilting her head. Why didn't Vorran understand? "Oh. So *He* Disowned *You* - not the other way around? 'Cause me, personally, I disowned my creator *Myself*. It's okay, though, you sad little thing. He don't have to come back for you. Being disowned isn't so bad. Are you disowned, Skelly?"
Unable to tell how hurtful the word was, Shadeje kept repeating it, thinking that it would make sense to Vorran if she said it enough. It had no weight in her mouth. To the demigod of the sadness goddess, it was nothing but a hefty appellation.

The more the moniker, "Edon", was said, the more her head hurt. She brought her hand to her forehead. What was so agonizing about Edon? Why was he so harrowing to Shadeje? "Ugh..." Resting her head upon her fingers, her eyes shifted to the ground. She had never heard of the deity, yet it somehow brought her so much emotion.

"There's gotta be some sort of 'bad news' about him! Gah, YOU'RE hurting me by saying that wretched name so much!"

A few discolored streaks materialized in her hair, signifying yet another change in her appearance. The hue of her skin transitioned to a full purple; however, her figure still remained the same small, feminine demigod. Out of all of the people she could have turned into, this physique gave the impression of being her favorite. Shadeje looked down at her hands. Purple had never been her favorite color, but she stuck with it, anyways. It looked quite pleasurable below the white sheen of her clothing. 

"War? What's war?" She muttered, dumbfounded. "And why's it so bad? Do you just hate all news because most of it is bad? Why can't it just be bad? Or does it have to have 'news' tagged along after it? By the way, Skeleton, I have a question. How do your bones stay together if you have no skin or anything to stick it to itself?"

While simpleminded was a good word to describe Vorran, annoying seemed to perfectly fit Shadeje. Her mouth just didn't seem to close.