Gwendolyn
A branch shook, from the tip sprouted a small bud, which slowly began to bloom. A new birth opening its eyes to gaze upon this world. The bud slowly transformed into a flower, plain and white but still so elegant and beautiful. The branch shook once more, from the outer edges the flower began to turn a deep red, the black, the flower had begun to wither and bleed.

*Plip*

A droop of blood would fall and land on a branch below, the flower continued to decay and wither away, it's appearance almost completely black and shrivled. 

The branch shook once more, a small gust of wind had snipped off one of the weak petals, which gently glided towards the branch below, sticking to the small drop of blood. 

From there she emerged, poking her head out from under the petal which had already begun to merge with her body, now becoming her hair. Which conveniently worked as clothing on its own, covering only her most intimate parts. Not that she cared, she stood up, her hair falling gracefully over her shoulders as it began to lighen up at her roots, the black becoming white then red, leaving only her ends black. She balanced elegantly on her given branch and took a seat, letting her legs hang, kicking them about she looked at her surroundings and gave a small smirk.
Michael
The three-eyed man stood at the edge of the branch, gazing out into the sparsely-populated void. Dotted throughout the four cardinal directions, there they were. The jewels of the gods. Physical representations of their inner being. Crystallised solipsism. Each one was beautiful in its own way— though, they could not be as beautiful if they were not separate from one another. A realm of opulent decadence would outshine a realm of flesh and bone. So too would the light of opulence singe the flesh and weaken the bone. 

*Plip*

Pureman turned around in time to witness the flower's decay, watching as it withered to a husk of what he could only assume to be its former glory. As the goddess emerged from the droplet, growing and filling out into a humanoid form. A woman. Three-eyed, some parts pale and others red. The ends of her hair were black. Interesting. So far, Pureman had been the only god with three eyes. Seeing this newborn so similar to him in some regards, yet so different in others made him uncertain of how to react.

To the newborn goddess, Pureman would seem to radiate an aura of complete serenity. Utterly composed in spite of what he'd witnessed. The birth of a new god was a special occasion— the mark of something new being brought into the cosmos, yet Pureman remained stoic in the face of such grandeur. Though the god's thoughts on the matter were clouded— one part of him wanting to allow his new sibling to flourish and expand by Gaia's grace, the other part wanting to ensure that no more impurity could be brought to the world, Pureman acted on his emotions.

The god waved, as one would to a child.

"Happy birthday, Child of Gaia."
Gwendolyn
A voice, Diova turned her head to face Pureman. She examined him, a God with a familiar but still unique aesthetic. They both consisted of a minimal color pallete and shared three eyes. *Birds of a feather perhaps?*, she thought to herself gently jumping down to get closer to the fellow God. 

"Were you waiting all day to day that?"

She asked, finding his composure hard to read. She hopped from branch to branch her hair flowing like a river of silk everytime it fell back into place. She took a seat once more and began fidgeting about, kicking her legs and flipping upside down to get a better look at the other, her hair continuing to cling to her body and cover her up. She let go of the branch and came close to inches of Pureman, balancing on the branch as her short stature circled around him.

"What might I address you as?"
Michael
In response to her first question, Pureman remained silent for a moment, watching her closely as the goddess couldn't seem to sit still. Childish excitement or just general liveliness? After a few more moments of quiet, Pureman replied calmly and clearly, though the closer he got to Diova the more he could sense the distinct iron-stench of blood and the dry aura of ash. There was something else there, too. Something he couldn't quite discern just yet. The newborn goddess had certainly piqued his interest.

 "I come up here often. It is our birthplace. I like to keep it clean." He gestured to his broom, leaning up against the trunk of the World-Tree. It was beautifully crafted. Looking as if it were hewn entirely out of pearl. The end of the broom was covered in various bits of elemental debris, probably blown from other realms. Icicles and lava droplets, mushrooms and monster gore coated the brush completely. The dirt was slowly beginning to disintegrate, white fumes curling off the broom like smoke from the caldera of a volcano. "Meeting you was a surprise. Perhaps ordained by our Mother. For what purpose I am unsure, perhaps she didn't want you to be sent into this world alone." He mused, picking some lint off of his clothing that only he could see.

"I am called Pureman. My name describes me. Might I have that which describes you?" He asked, cordially.
Gwendolyn
"Didn't take you for a maid~"

She joked, giving him a wide grin, her teeth just as white as her complexion, leaving her expression rather unsettling. She took a seat next to Pureman and crossed her legs, managing to keep still for once. 

She turned her attention to said broom, tilting her head in curiosity as she looked over its unique design. It certainly matched its caretaker, looking back to Pureman and then back to the broom. She watched quietly as he picked at himself, *Is this what they call a clean freak?* She wondered, putting her index finger to her chin, letting her mind wander until the other spoke again.

"What a fortunate name. Mine isn't so forward, Diova is the name I was given. A blend of two names from what I can recall."

She said beginning to kick her feet again, looking over the vast landscape once more, it was truly breath taking, she was a little more grateful someone had been here to witness her birth. She looked back to Pureman and smiled, surely he'd be fun to tease.

"How else do you entertain yourself, besides cleaning of course?"