Pedro
For the people within Midagha, Kars is "Slumbering" In a piramid-esque chamber deep within the golden Palace but little did they know, he is observing them, to see if they can survive without their god. The foundations are laid and the people are educated well by him yet there are doubts that had to be checked. He arrived at the gardens of Gaia, taking a deep breath.

The scene was calming, it allowed Kars to stop being anxious. He decided to enjoy himself and his current form, walking around with the robe he made by himself. The god and his artifact glowed with the sun, like a gold plated marble statue.

"A delicious fruit, must pick it."

He thought as he plucked a random fruit and ate it. A man of trades and fairness won't just steal like that, he touched the tree dearly and planted its seed. A rather goofy action but that's just how Kars think.
John
Sat across from the newcomer, was a rather pale and young-looking lad, his back resting against a tree. He was enjoying the coolness of the shade when a certain Kars entered the scene, it was a spectacle that he had somehow remained unnoticed by them, despite sitting in plain sight. But maybe they were purposely leaving him be? Whatever it was, he just slowly rocked left and right, occasionally glancing towards his beloved mother standing tall over them all..

The stranger decided to leave the other be to their own business, even if that business involved munching away at whatever fruit was seen by the guy. He began running his finger through the grass below, occasionally picking up a flower and just staring at the thing. They were all ever-so peculiar.. He was thinking of adding some flora to his own realm, oh - how it'd pretty things up. Maybe a flower that could emit a chilling mist would work well. Or maybe he could make a tree with routes spanning the entire length of the realm - providing more control for Nox.. All of these ideas, yet little understanding regarding the intricacies of plant life. He needed to research these things, his focus originally being on the Senchi and the varying sentinels that guard them.

He gave the other man a quick glance before once again scheming away, experimenting with creating all forms of flowers. He initially began with creating a simple rose from the palm of his hand.. Whilst its colour was gorgeous, it wasn't up to Nox's standard.. He could do better. And so he tried again, another rose now taking its place, this time fitted with a darker red. It let off that chilling mist he was thinking of earlier.. But it still felt wrong.. He wasn't satisfied with what he had made..

So he tried again. And again. And again..
Pedro
"Ohh pretty flowers"

He saw the flowers in this garden. Such flowers would bring a fortune in Midagha, as he know the exact value of these things with a glance. The flower bring an artsy atmosphere and inspired him to make one of his own. Clear pistil and petals, splitting light into rainbows like a prism. There will be only one of this flower as it will not reproduce. He tied the flowers into his left hand as sunlight passed through it, his hand is now glowing with colorful rainbows. 

He wandered around the same place to find a place to plant the rain ow flower but ultimate decided to keep it. All of this time not paying any attention one the godly essence around him or the fact that there is someone around. He found a ladybug and thought about loneliness, then realised he wasn't alone here.

"Oh hi, I literally didn't notice you, Nox. How are you."

He greeted Nox and gave him a wave. His hand holding plants he picked for fun.
John
His face slowly contorted to one of disgust as his voice filled his ears, that damn sound.. It was dreadful. There really wasn't anything wrong with his voice, it was just the sound that disgusted him ever-so much. As if it were instinctual, he snapped his fingers - and in that very moment, everything seemed to grow deathly quiet, as if he had just murdered the very sound in the area. Anything that could make sound, just didn't. This would include Kars's voice.. He truly, truly hated sound. But if he couldn't hear, then he wouldn't be able to distinguish sounds from silence.

Nox's voice would soon ring out from within his head, the god now using telepathy.

"Kars.. Your thoughts, not your words.. You should know how dearly I despise sound. But besides being a little frustrated.. I'm fine."

The rose in Nox's hand would wilt and die, reducing to nothing but ash and, as quickly as it had perished, it would be brushed away by the oncoming breeze - never to be seen again. But Nox's depressed, melancholic, despair-ridden face continued to hold still. It was his thing to look sad and cold, so much so he may have, at times, been confused for an avatar of the god of melancholy. But no, Nox was who he was because he was never taught how to feel anything else. He never had anyone to tell him how to smile on his own accord, just himself and people thriving off of what he knows.