Leeann
There up in the high branches, where he'd been daydreaming the time away, the hunter god peered down to gaze upon this sister, born of Gaia through fire and flame. Ainbheartach dropped down to see this spectacle taking place. He thought of it not unlike the birth of a celestial body, with light and heat and energy in a dance together. For a long moment he watched as Hashut adjusted to this world. Having been alone at his birth, with none other than Gaia Herself, he would feel a bit guilty to leave the goddess on her own to figure things out.

"Fáilte. Welcome to this world, sister," Ainbhe's sing-song voice was smooth and cultured, and a bit ambiguous is nature. He called out to the newborn goddess, softly as not to startle her. "How are you feeling, deirfiúr bheag?" To show he posed no threat - this he knew how to do, as a hunter - he kept his hands open and visible, and did not stand at a higher point than the goddess. Holding his gaze, his eyes reflected no coldness nor extra firey unrest.
Judith
Hashut's eyes and mind were still focusing on her surroundings. Being ripped out of a mortal life and deposited right into a divine one would give even the most stalwart of creatures mental whiplash. Holding up her hand Hashut gave a nonverbal signal to the approaching god to quite literally give her a minute as her other hand raked through fiery hair. Curious, she pulled a bit of the substance off, letting it glob onto her hand and slowly dry into obsidian. With a wave of her hand, the volcanic glass shattered into particles, dispersing into a wind neither of them could feel. Finally, her eyes settled on Ainbheartach. Focusing on his voice, Hashut found it pleasant. Instinctually, Hashut recognized him as a 'brother' as well, or at least felt a connection of origin that all fruits from the World Tree shared. 

Opening her mouth, she seemed to attempt to speak and yet no words came out. Attempting a second time, Ainbheartach would hear a deep feminine baritone escape from the magma-haired woman as the first words of her since-unused voice escaped her lips. "I am feeling..." What, exactly? Hashut considered the question as she stepped towards the edge of the great limb the two of them were standing on and looked over the cosmos below. Her eyes focused on nowhere in particular as she slowly processed what this was. "I am not sure. If I had to pin an answer to it... Confused? Disoriented? But also... Curious." Her voice trailed off and rose back up like an ocean's current. The fire draping off her form twisting and bending without any particular pattern in tempo with the syllables of her words. It was as if she spoke with her whole body, rather than just her voice. 
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"Where am I, *Brother*? I... I know what this place is. At least, I think so. Yet I am still processing my former death. Would it be *My* Death? Perhaps another version of me..." Once more her voice trailed away in a rhetorical query. Glowing eyes would fixate upon Ainbheartach. "Who are you? What are...'We?' I have many questions, and yet find little answers in my immediate surroundings."
Leeann
Ainbhe took a moment to think over her words, turning them around in his mind to analyze and give her back the best answer. Unfortunately he's not a god of knowledge though, so as hard as he tried, his response wouldn't be incredibly intellectual.

"You are in the arms of Gaia, mo deirfiúr daor," As that stupid grin of his spread long and thin across his mortal mirroring face, the hunter took a step towards his little sister; the thought of which, that is, having a little sister, made him feel matured, though in truth he knew she was surely more mature than himself. "Our memories are real so long as we let them be, but we often what's real go unremembered." Talking in riddles wasn't going to be very helpful for the confused, disoriented, and curious Hashut.

"I am Aimhirghin, but appointed to be Ainbheartach. You may call me as you please," With this introduction he nodded his head to her and offered her his hand. "Sister dear, we are gods. Gifted divinity by Her will. What shall I call you?"