Joseph
"Oh, no, I don't wish to bother him. He'll work this out on his own, I'm sure of that. Though it could take a few cycles..." She murmured while getting to her feet. "I suppose your analogy makes sense, in a way. In others it doesn't," Well, isn't she quite the muser? Just a tad shrewdness and imprudence in there, to make it interesting.

"See, if what you suggest, all the death, starvation, is really true, when why have our realms not collapsed? Maybe, if when the river was diverted, death was not the only thing to come of it..." And while she spoke, the newly born demigoddess had a certain gleaming in her eyes.

"What if the diversion of the river," Lowering herself upon the ground and sweeping twigs from the dirt, Deirbhile began to draw with her hands. "Brought dryness to the land. For example, a fire were to start. This would burn up the old plants, but release the seeds, making room for new plants to grow. Or, what if the roots of the plants learn to grow long to reach the water deep in the ground. And this is only to speak of the plant life, who knows what the fauna may do. But the answer does not need to be death."
Christa
"That is my point though. No matter what happens, it will result in life or death. If we fought and attempted to kill one another that would be as natural as rainfall allowing flowers to bloom. But that's all terribly depressing to talk about. What is your land like, what sort of sentients live there?"
Joseph
"Oh, little things like rabbits and birds. There's some bird-like people, and some fawn-like people. And one holy being that the mortals are afraid to touch or even see now." *Before she'd left her realm, she remembered hearing a murmur about the teimhnín being harbingers of death. It was a shame, but now at least they'd get the space which was intended.*

"As for the land, it consists of highlands, plains, all on tall, toothlike mountains which are separated by deep basins of water."