Alexander
Blue stars ran down her forehead, and her blue eyes focused on something that was... Approaching her. Or rather someone. Her wings were still wet, lips of sugar, delivering pheromones again. She was not alone. Her wings opened as she tried to dry them. Suddenly, her voice was finally able to show her thoughts.

"Aldamar, it is so great to meet you." Said the woman. Despite being born a few seconds ago, she already felt wise. She took a deep breath and she stepped out from the organ. Almost slipping, aside from other gods, she was so far away from perfection, one that actually made mistakes. Finally, she regained her balance, before realizing something. Her four eyes focused on Aldamar, and she said.

"I am... Xantara. I am... Goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood." She chuckled, and her wings finally flickered, fixing her white dress that seemed to be made out of perfect white light. She was... So different from what her creations will be. After all, they were all perfect.

"I... JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TI DO NEXT-" She spoke loudly, before covering her mouth and laughing."Sorry! I have never been here before brother..."
Marilyn
A heart chuckle escaped the God's lips as he watched his newest sister's excitement. It was refreshing in a way. If the rest of his siblings were like this then he probably would stay outside of his realm more often than not. Then again, he doubted that was the case. Or maybe it was and he simply was being judgemental? He banished the idle thoughts away as he refocused on the deity in front of him.

He closed the book he was holding and smiled softly as he made a motion with his hand, "Don't concern yourself with it, sister. You have all the time in the world to decide what will you do. There's no need to rush." 

Aldamar stopped for a second and blinked, before speaking sheepishly. "Oh my. But where are this one's manners? This one's name is Aldamar, God of Travelers, History, and Records. This one normally wouldn't have forgotten to mention it, but this one was a bit preoccupied with other thoughts. Apologies, sister." 

He clapped his hands to dispel some of the awkward atmosphere, *That he himself had created*, a part of his mind whispered, "Now then, as this one said earlier, you have all the time in the world to decide what to do. That said, this one can't help but be interested... Do you have any plans or rough ideas about what you will do, sister?" He asked in a curious tone, his eyes glittering with excitement.
Richard
Gods were typically the arrogant bunch.

They believed power was the basis of everything. The same was true for Xanthous. 

Power thrummed through the branches of Gaia, the world tree, fully condensing at one particular fruit. This fruit would be considered ripe among mortal orchids, and shone with white, pure light. The signs that a God was about to be born. 

And then... The fruit withered.

It simply wilted, the bright, pure white turning into something dark, and ugly black that emanated a dangerous aura. Finally, the fruit settled on something between a rotten and ripe fruit, the colors of both black and white shifting on the surface of the fruit, as if alive.

Then, akin to spitting, the fruit cracked open, releasing the newly created God of Order and Chaos to drop onto another, lower branch, oddly colored gradient of white and black liquid dripping from his body. The God quickly gained his wits about him and stood, his cold gaze first moving from the stars, to his *Mother*, Gaia, and then down to the roots of the tree, where the realms of his brethren were scattered about. 

Xanthous stretched, relaxing his stance as he took in the sights. "Well, isn't this interesting." He said, to no one but himself. With a toothy grin, the God of Order and Chaos easily leaped from the branch, dropping from brach to branch as he descended down and down, not interested in yet meeting his kin. Only he and his *Mother* Knew what mischief the newborn, impatient God would get up to.