Michael
*From the great world tree, Aarus appears in his distinctive dark blue robes and bear hugs the nearest god/goddess he can find before staring in awe at the natural beauty of the world tree itself, the wonder of a child sparkling in his eyes. Aarus looks around at the various realms and demiplanes the other deities had created and stands in place in awe, speechless, not knowing how to express his sheer excitement*
Daniel
Lulu nodded. She'd love to talk to them more. The idea of communicating bracelets floated in her head again. Something soft to wear. But it would be able to stay strong in case it was almost ripped. Or it got snagged on something and would almost rip. Ooh, indestructible friendship bracelets. Seeing the hug gesture, Lulu smiled again and walked over to the two and hugged Vivienne and Ayame. A nice, soft, very comfortable grouphug really. It felt like being swaddled in a really warm blanket. 

"I'd love to meet up more again. And! I had this idea, I could make a little bracelet or necklace for us three, and we'd talk into it and the other two would get the message. That, and because we're all friends I'd love to make something for all of us to share." Lulu hummed, taking a step back after the hug was done. She wanted to know how the other two felt about it. Though, she guessed they could just go 'I like it' and leave it at that. Either way, Luella was excited.
Beverly
The smile on Vivienne's face only grew wider the more little surprises these new friends of hers threw at her. First of all, Ayame's hug was *To die for.* She hadn't had such a relaxing hug in... Ever, really. What she wouldn't give to be able to fall asleep in that embrace. The dream deity's face flushed a much brighter red than one would even think possible, and to save herself the embarrassment of being found out, she turned to regard the sky above, casting her consciousness out towards her other fragments to distract herself. Second, the friendship bracelet idea from Lulu sounded wonderful. Being able to communicate effortlessly would make planning things much easier, not to mention conversations like these were quite fun. That would have to come in a moment though.

"Um, I think it's a *Wonderful* Idea..." Vivienne piped up after a second, head dropping back down once she thought the blush was faded (it wasn't). "But first, I need to wake us back up. How about we make after that, though?" Though phrased like a question, it was more rhetorical. Without waiting for an answer, the witch smiled and waved her finger. The next thing she knew, she was blinking wearily awake, back on the branches of the world tree.
William
Swathed in the World Tree's branches is a fruit of coppery hues and uneven textures. It extends about a meter in both directions, large enough to hold a person if they're furled comfortably. Like many others, it remains still unless moved by an outside source, but this one jerks. It's slight at first, perhaps some trick of the mind, then it twitches again, and again, and again, each movement separated by wide intervals. This continues for a while, as though whoever is inside is struggling to set themself free, or maybe they don't want to leave just yet. The process is slow but sure, and soon the earthen orb is scathed. From the lesion blooms a pallid, bony hand, flexing and shaking before another joins it to tear further. When it's wide enough, a slumping face with hair like a fire-lake appears, and the newborn deity all but staggers out.

They sway on all fours, finding relief from the sudden change in environment as they lurch to their back. What is this? Where are they? No, first, *Who* Are they? These questions are kept in their head, and they linger even when their attention springs to the fruit of their unborn brethren. They are uncertain and confused, yet this fog dissipates quickly. They feel as though the knowledge they bear is more generous and expansive than any mortal library.

*'Envir,'* They think, *'my name is Envir, and I am the Deity of Karma.'*

Envir cannot remember who they were, where they were, or what was happening before they were reborn, yet the hatred and helplessness of it all has come with them, it seems. Their expression contorts to an ugly representation of negativity, and their hand moves to clutch their clothed chest. Envir is both hot and cold, shaky and numb, dazed and alert; they feel a plethora of things all at once, then it stops.

Gaia invades their mind, although they happily think of Her. The prospect of Her alone is enough to give them a sense of security and belonging. They sit up and *Accept* Her order easily.
Katherine
𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 . . . 𝒙

The tree is the grand poem of the living world, a beauty that encourages the spirit to dance through words, to make our odes to its branches that spread heaven-bound. And in the strong light of the new day from the other flora, it creates a kiss for the senses in those moving leaves, the thousand green hues, and the soft whispering in the wind. However, there was a tree that held a special sort of power that released omnipotent beings into the world, creating endless possibilities of what could exist. 

It was given the name, 'The World Tree'. The branches sought to reach their limbs across the spring sky, clouds passing as ships above. They appear as if they were brought into the world by oils upon canvas, by an artist who knows there is both beauty and order in chaos. For they reach this way and that, the buds now open, gifting their new foliage to the community of other things. 

On this day, a flower had been growing upon a branch for quite some time, many had tried to pry it open yet for a particular reason, this flora resisted revealing its' identity. That would come to pass though. The flower held a deeper blush of pink. A gust of wind came by, caressing the silky pink petals, making them cooler than expected, and smoother too. Even the bonny, waving winds craved to see the beauty that was being held captive inside. Within seconds, the pink flower submitted to its calling, and each petal started unraveling until revealing a bare figure with syrup-brown skin, with a body that was indeed muscular.

He opened his eyes, revealing his medallion yellow irises that were sort of cloudly. He had pressed the palm of his hands upon his chest, and slid them down, feeling every part of himself, being amazed that he had developed from a simple flower. The 6'1 God slid his tongue across his plump lips, moistening them before speaking for the very first time. 'I-I am Jasper, Bringer of The Night & Soother of The Aches of Dying.' His voice had been raspy yet somehow maintained its velvety smoothness. Glancing up towards the sky, his long dreads lay across his bulging back, the adornments on his hair clanging together, alerting those nearby a deity had been born. 

As the rays of the closer flora and such which glowed hit his bronze skin, making it glisten like milk and honey, he had taken the opportunity to darken the area around him with a simple wave of his fingers, sending a more obvious alert to others. 'Mm, this is going to be fun...' With that, he began making his way down the tree, expecting another deity of sort.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . . . 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠
𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝑐𝑜-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐧/𝐚
𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ::  
𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 :: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞
𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 :: 𝐧/𝐚
Michael
*While excitedly bouncing around the upper branches looking at all the realms below, Aarus looks up and notices a new face, and immediately bear hugs them like a child with a new plushie* "Hi, who are you? What are you? What do YOU think is fun?"
Katherine
𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 . . . 𝒙

Once climbing down from the tree, he was suddenly greeted by the sound of a rather masculine voice, Jasper turned around, but was swept up by the strong male. His eyes furrowed instantly, and glanced down at the male, looking straight into his irises, showing slightly how irritated Jasper had already been. Though, he would prolong his emotions from now, as he would be interested in who this person was, and why they had enjoyed the sensation of a warm hug. 

'You ask a lot of questions, huh?' The 6'1 male placed his hands on the other male's wrists, and pried his arms from around his torso, before landing on his feet, groaning due to the pain which the bear hug had caused him. 'The name is Jasper; Perhaps ask a person's name before you hug them?' He suggested to him while smirking slightly causing his pearly whites to appear. 'Also, if you are that handsy, I might have to take you for myself.' Releasing a deep chuckle as he flirted lightly with the other male. Noticing he was still bare, Jasper placed his hands upon his hips, and pulled them back, causing a crimson red tunic to appear onto his body along with plain black gladitor shoes whhich strapped up his legs.  

'Anyways, let me properly introduce myself, even though I just arised from this marvleous tree of life; I am the God of The Night, and God of The Last Moments Before Death.' Slightly leaning over, Jasper bowed to him, causing his long dreads to fall down in front of his shoulders and muscles to bulge out. A few seconds later, he stood up, looking him in the eyes. 'May I ask who you are?'

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . . . 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠
𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝑐𝑜-𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 :: 𝐧/𝐚
𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ::  
𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 :: Aarus is really nice!
𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ::
Michael
"I am Aarus, the God of Merriment and Dedication. As far as being handsy, surprise bear hugs are fun. I like fun. I don't really know anybody, so if ye want to take me for yourself go right ahead" *Aarus somehow rotates 180 degrees so he's just standing there eye to eye with Jasper except upside down*