Nathaniel
Not the most socially adept god, Wyrd deigned to simply trust in his little sister's words, no matter how much he doubted the power of 'fluffy red'. The god hopelessly tried to follow her movement out of his vision but quickly gave up.

Feeling her weight on his back once more, the great deer gently rose to his feet, careful not to jostle her around too much, though part of him suspected she might enjoy the chaos of a sudden ascent. 

"Yes, yes, I'm going." Wyrd agreed as he began to make his way out of the great hall once more. As Silly asked him to guess what, however, he paused. The god wasn't sure where this was going, and knowing her (in the brief time he HAD known her), it was going to be something absurd.

"...What?"
Kelly
With intense restraint, Silly had held back her laughter as she awaited Wyrd's response. This was perfect. Her magnum opus after mere cycles from her birth. A joke that could be reused for millennia.

As Wyrd's 'what' finally came, she hunched forward and twisted so as to speak the profound answer into his ear.

"Chicken butt."

And with a pop of confetti, she was gone.
Matthew
Two incarnations of China drift through the doorway into the great hall, just as another deity appears about to depart. The rightmost incarnation has three pairs of arms, whilst the left has merely two pairs, yet they are otherwise identical.

China recognises the second born, an enormous quadruped with a stone face. He also spots some confetti scattered about, which he doesn't think really matches this one's general vibe, so he presumes that there was another here at one point, though they appear to have departed for now.

"Well met, second born." The left says without speaking.

"I am China." The right adds, despite his lack of a mouth.
Nathaniel
Shaking his head in an attempt to displace some of the confetti and clown noses, Wyrd turned to the two identical strangers, peering at them curiously. 

For an instant, the god wondered why the strange new deity had addressed him in such a way. A moment later, something clicked internally, and he realised that this must be his elder sibling.

"Well met, elder brother." Wyrd responded, lowering his head in a reverent bow which was slightly sullied by the puffy red balls attached to his antlers. "I am Wyrd."
Matthew
"A good name." One China comments, nodding absently, "Wyrd, of us all, you feel to me to be the one most closely connected to mother. I would even say perhaps you may have been better suited to being her firstborn than I."

The two incarnations share a glance, then second says, "Yet whether through a mere quirk of fate or for some greater reason, we were born as we were, and I will not shirk the responsibility of my position. As eldest, I have taken it upon myself to watch over the younger ones. Thus, this."

As he gestures towards his duplicate, the first speaker picks up the conversation, "I have split myself from one into many. This feels somehow *Right* For me, yet it does not come without cost. I can better watch over our siblings, but I am weakened. In this state, I lack the might to interfere, should anything go awry. So if there should come a time when our little brothers, sisters and others require a strong elder sibling in their time of need, can I count on you to support them?"
Nathaniel
Wyrd lowered his head in another bow, pride filling his chest at the words of the older god. 

"I think you, China, but you sell yourself short. Such dedication and selflessness. I could scarcely hope for a better older brother, and Gaia could scarcely hope for a better firstborn."

The great deer craned his neck in an attempt to peer out the numerous entrances to the hall and see their numerous younger siblings. So chaotic and energetic, he had little doubt that someday they would need the steadfast presence of an elder sibling.

"Of course, brother. You have my word. If the younger ones ever have need of me, I will be there for them."
Matthew
Had they had a mouth between them, the incarnations would have smiled at Wyrd's praise. As it was, they bowed their heads in unison, and each muttered his thanks. In contrast to their previous speech, they did not alternate, but accidentally spoke over one another, rendering the words an indecipherable jumble.

An awkward moment of silence followed, which was at last broken when the rightmost incarnation made a sound like clearing his throat, then spoke again, resolutely ignoring that flustered misstep, "Your kind words are as appreciated as they are unexpected. More importantly, though, you have my thanks for your commitment."

The other interjected then, his expressionless face thankfully incapable of showing embarrassment, "I will depart now, and not impose upon you any longer."

As one, the pair swivelled around and began drifting off, back the way they came.
Linda
A shadow walks its way from the upper branches passing by the quickly leaving god. As it moves, it interacts oddly with its surroundings, bending light into itself, leaving nothing but a void where something should be. You could assume this was the same god known as Paranoia, though their form has diverged since talking to Silly. If Wyrd is aware of the different levels of Yggdrasil, maybe through pure instinct/connection to Yggdrasil, they could tell that Para has already begun to split up and explore.

Paranoia would come to a stop in front of the simple clock. Looking upon it as if casually reading the time, Para stands, studying the simple mechanism. As it would seem right now, Para hadn't noticed Wyrd as a featureless face remained glued to the clock, but that train of thought would be short-lived as Paranoia began to speak, "From what I can tell so far, this is the only place that has a clock."

"Though I don't think there is an agreed-upon measure of time yet." The black mass blabs aloud, its form beginning to soften as it relaxes and sits on the ground in front of the clock.

"Don't you think that's a little impossible?" Para pins the question on Wyrd, not a hint of decorum as they continue to watch the clock. Whether he answered or if he thought the question was rhetorical, Para remained fixated on the clock, and an air of fascination surrounded their current form. Hopefully, manners were optional among gods because Para invited themselves to talk.
Nathaniel
Wyrd regarded the living void silently for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant by 'impossible' in this case.

"I don't follow." The god responded after a short while, turning to face the clock as well. "Are you asking if it is impossible to have a clock without an agreed-upon sense of time?"

Frankly, Wyrd found the question to be slightly absurd. Perhaps, one could expect a clock to be created based on a collectively agreed upon time, a subjective one, this was not the case when Gaia was involved.

"Regardless of the fact that we gods haven't agreed on time, it appears that Gaia has, and isn't that really all that matters?"
Linda
*Hehehe* "I guess you're right. Doesn't really need to make sense since we're the ones who give things context." Para sounded reassured in some fashion. Maybe they were worried about how things didn't make sense but worked nonetheless. An odd worry to come from an embodied paradox. Deep down inside, fragments of predetermined logic and objects clouded his thoughts. No, *Their* Thoughts. 

"Wyrd. You know why Gaia chose to make us how we are?" Words manifested while Para blankly stared down at the clock. Moving a hand to where their chest should be if they were humanoid. Para was obviously thinking of something, but reading their emotions is difficult due to their nature and current form.
Nathaniel
"Hmm, I do not know. And I do not intend to question it." Wyrd stated simply. He knew that they were made to create, though he wasn't certain why the gods were so varied and different from one another in both form and personality.

"You ask me as if you have a theory yourself. Do you harbour suspicions about why were made as we were?" The great deer inquired. His tone was mostly just curious, though a small part of him was unsure of where Para was going with this, and whether he wanted to hear it.