Alan
``` Mura enters ```
Mura's paws slapped on the wood as she entered the Hall, crawling on all fours until she saw the chairs. Her crown of tin stayed perfectly on her head as she adjusted into a standing position, wiped her face, and took a seat. She had with her in one of her little hands a scroll, tightly wound, which she now unfurled. At the bottom, labeled in neat little script "BLESSED ONE," Was a drawing of one such creature, with scales for its height as "1 BU," Or Blessed Unit. This was the average length of one of the rodents that lived in The Wardens and she had decided it would be the standard unit of measurement that she would use. She herself was about the height of 5 BUs, which she had decided because it was a nice round number she could count on one hand.

She had brought an accurate stone carving of one such creature with her to use to measure. She wasn't sure if mortal animals would be able to survive here for very long even if they were as tough as hers. "Who all is here?" She called out into the echoing halls. "I would like to call to order a decision on sizing for the inhabitants of our Realms. If our people are ever to be in indoor spaces, we'll need to standardize our heights and doorways. I find it more difficult to make larger creatures, certainly, but I don't know how that's influenced everyone else's decisions to populate their Realms and I'd like to see what everyone else is doing before I go about creating my own life."
Willard
``` Enter HER MAJESTY, Queen of all Gods, glory to her name, etc etc.```

In answer, a midair spark erupted into a boiling sphere of flame, which swelled outward by several feet before flattening into the shape of a ring. From the smoky darkness inside this circle of fire emerged a tall and imposing silhouette, towering nearly half as tall again as the rat queen and framed by great feathered wings that only served to emphasize the sheer gravity of her presence. In place of a crown, two jet-black horns curled upward to either side of her brow, their edges flickering with an ethereal light that seemed to radiate its own heat into the hall.

Magnificent. Oppressive. This imposing goddess was the utter opposite of Mura in terms of appearance, resembling more the kind of animal that killed and ate others just to enjoy the taste of them. Even her long dress was made of many black feathers layered upon one another, like trophies taken from a murder of butchered crows.

With a snap of her fingers, she dismissed the fiery portal, and crossed the remaining distance to Mura and her sketches. For a long moment she simply stared at both the scroll and the stone carving, her crimson eyes practically boring holes through each of them with their intensity.

"This seems... Adequate." Her voice was surprisingly soft, though unimpressed by what she saw. "If size is your concern, then We can say that they would easily fit inside the dwellings of Our mortals, at least. They are rather small, but then that seems to be a part of your purview, hmm?" Her eyes now turned on Mura herself, bringing with them a crushing weight. She didn't seem to be angry or anything—by all indications she just *Was* This way.
Alan
Mura's face wasn't expressive enough to convey anything. The most that the great big queen of divinity saw was herself in those round, black eyes, boggling now in excitement at meeting another deity. She chattered. What Mura mostly felt here was curiosity. This was someone so very different from her, more obtrusive, loud. It reminded her of... Some other life. Maybe she truly had such a life, but she doubted it. It would be strange to think of that when her current world was so different. The weight of the boot on her old self was one thing, the weight of the creature in front of her was actually worth dwelling on.

Wings, too. Flying predators would easily slay any one of her people, were they ever to leave the embrace of The Warrens. It wasn't really menace that she felt, more the general unease of someone putting a weapon on a table. But then, wasn't her appearance rather distressing too? She wore no clothes save her crown. And as a guardian of those in the margins of the world, radical acceptance of even the strangest and most aggressive people she met was paramount.

"My purview is the small people of the world, yes. These here are The Blessed Ones, simple animals that I made in my image." She placed the carved rat on the table, then used it as a paperweight to slide her chart across the table to the monarch. "I am Mura, the Rat Queen. My realm is The Warrens, east of here. You'd know it by the large hole in the... Ground." She made a face that vaguely resembled concern at the language there. "Please, add to the chart, show me your mortals."
Willard
The great demoness's eyes became distant for a moment, as she cast her senses into the mortal world to inspect these Warrens for herself. "Yes, we see. A fitting dwelling for those kinds of creatures, We suppose." Her focus returned to the room, and she considered the scroll, debating what sort of information to give and how much she ought to share.

"Since you have asked graciously, We suppose We will grant this small wish. Look closely, now: Our work deserves only your fullest attention."

Tiny sparks appeared upon the surface of the chart, and spread out in different directions, leaving thin trails scorched behind them. One by one, and with great speed, a series of humanoids appeared standing next to the rodent, though each one loomed over it by a great deal. The smallest stood at about six times the Blessed One's height, while the very largest measured over 15 BUs from the top of her head to the tip of her abdomen. Though similar in their general structure, each of the sketches bore stark differences compared to the others: extra arms, the presence of gossamer wings, and in the largest one's case a bulging worm-like lower half. As the drawings neared completion, tiny labels appeared next to each of them, describing their roles. *Worker. Soldier. Princess. Knight. Queen.*

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Majesty really was proud of her work, a symbiotic hive made up of five different subspecies all working as a single unit. The Queen stood at the top, and all of the others obeyed her will, with orders filtering down a carefully planned hierarchy that eliminated any chance of disobedience or rebellion. "They share a certain design philosophy, of course, but We gave them enough variance to adapt to almost any circumstances. We are sure they will arrive in your Warrens, given time, and perhaps hunt these tiny ones you have graciously designed." She smiled, then. "Or keep them as pets. We believe Our mortals would enjoy the sight of them scurrying about in their pens, begging for food and receiving their scraps with tears of gratitude." That her own races would dominate was unquestionable, for that was *Her* Purview: total and unbreakable sovereignty over all of creation.
Alan
Mura tilted her head, wiped her face again, chattered, studying the queen with blank eyes. She'd dodged introducing herself. Did she want Mura to ask for her name or something? How much of this was a front? Her read was that there was something to that theory if the creatures were placed into their little roles themselves. It wasn't Mura's job to crack the exoskeleton, though. 

At the very least, Mura could agree that the rounded, skittering forms with their small, dextrous, precise appendages were very beautiful. Their segmented eyes even resembled the shining beady eyes of her own Blessed Ones. She was willing to extend that paw. People like this, putting out such confidence and force, audibly capitalizing their name in the royal we, sometimes they needed affection too. And what of the workers themselves? Were they all so assured in their roles as their titles indicated, or were there those uncomfortable in the places they were born into, who needed someplace else? She wasn't going to *Steal* These creatures, but welcoming their master with open arms would let her do the same for her creations.

"The Blessed Ones were made to be food and pet alike, you have good taste." Mura said with a nod. She tapped the eyes of the creatures in the illustration. "Your servants. Shining eyes for caverns like my own. And hands perfect for touching the soft fur of the Blessed Ones too." She chittered in thought then made a small mark on the left margin of the paper for one proposed ceiling height at about seven rats tall. "This body shape here, a smaller torso and longer limbs than my own native form, that seems useful for the use of tools at the cost of mobility."
She tapped the worker's limbs. "A generalist to the specialized mobility of a Blessed One. Fascinating. Have you sent scouts to explore the other Realms? Do you happen to know of other people out here?"
Willard
The Archfiend knew how to watch for flattery. She was also incredibly susceptible to it, which kind of nullified any advantage that first point might have given her. While she remained composed throughout, Mura's compliments on her work struck straight at her burning heart, and soon she was smiling and nodding in agreement. "Indeed. Take inspiration from Us if you wish—species who recognize Our will in one another will have reason to learn to communicate, and perhaps join together in worship of their gods." She had yet to see whether the total divinity output of mortals worshipping multiple gods exceeded that of a monotheistic culture, but it was worth the experiment... That, and having someone use her designs let her feel smart and superior. And why pass up an opportunity to revel in her own glory?

Feeling magnanimous, she answered freely to the rat-god's further questions. "We built Our Realm in a way that made it difficult to leave. Our mortals need to be ready for the big wide world, you know? And so We test them." The Formigals had made considerable progress thus far, but Majesty still had one or two crises to throw at them before she deemed them tough enough to plant their flag in foreign soil. "On the other hand... We have personally visited several realms, and seen people of many different forms. None so prosperous as our own, but We will shown you nonetheless."

Tiny sparks once again zipped across the chart, and this time sketched out the many varied forms Majesty had encountered in her travels. The great warlike Deer of the Primeval Mists, the savage Ulfkin and mysterious Huntborn of Pavoriasthenia, and even the delicate Fauns and Flower Folk of the bright and peaceful Wonderland. After thinking for a moment, she added the Trixies of the Nachiavellian too, sketching their minuscule forms and firmly underlining their name.

"Be sure to watch for these ones; they're tricky fucks who've already been buzzing around Our own Realm." Then she considered Mura herself, the unassuming goddess whom... Majesty had just given a great deal of very useful information. *Well, it's not as though I had much reason to conceal it. But nonetheless... A clever one.*

"We will visit your Realm too, when the whim strikes Us. Be sure to make it suitably entertaining for when We arrive, hmmm?"