Matthew
In one of the nigh countless upper branches of *Gaia*, among the multitudes of her leaves and yet-to-be-born deities, one in particular began an inexorable shift in its behavior.

Where there had only been a ever-so-slowly growing orb of water, only influenced by the wind causing ripples across its surface, now, there was *Activity.*

It started with the ripples in its surface picking up speed, distorting the surface of the orb as some even seemed to travel deeper with the momentum, travelling faster and faster as the very shape of the orb began to shift into more of a *Disk*. Parts of it extended further and further out, as the orb became a whirlpool, its center dark and impenetrable much like the deepest recesses of the ocean. Slowly, but surely, extending out from that darkness, were faint streams of far lighter water, almost green instead of blue, lighting up their surroundings. 

Each one - ten overall - would reach the edge of the disk, driving parts of it out with them as they deviated from the whirlpools momentum and became something closer to *Tendrils* Than a more natural phenomenon. These tendrils reached out and out, as if the yet to be born god was feeling her environment out ahead of time. They continued in their "Search" Until one brushed against the tree from which it had originally sprang forth, it and its kin all ceased movement as dim awareness seemed to be taking control. The whirlpool was still spinning with almost terrifying might, but it was being *Curved* As the tendrils began to draw themselves inwards, flattening out and forming something vaguely reminiscent of leaves as they layered upon eachother one by one. 

It looked almost like a flower yet to bloom, its petals bunched up, all motion had seemingly ceased, giving any theoretical observers insight into what was inside the core of the egg; something that looked more akin to a mermaids purse, containing a mass of water flowing in and around itself, with a distinct core of that same nigh-green tropical water and its ten streams extending out into the surrounding fluid. 

Within, that core finally came to some threshold that pushed it over the edge from unconscious and instinctual behavior into *Consciousness* Full and proper. 

Where was she?

Who was she...? 

What was she surrounded by? What was around her?

Something close to "Eyes" Opened as the coalesced water within the mermaids purse flowed with *Purpose*, taking a much more humanoid form as the Goddess sought take in the world around her. 

She was within some sort of capsule? Her hand reached out, flowing through the surrounding medium as it touched the walls, provided little resistance, parting at her touch.

Gazing down at herself, she tested her hand, its tips glowing slightly greener as she stretched her hand out and clenched it. This was what her body looked like? That's so cool! 

As she stretched herself out, the rest of the purse encapsulating her dissolved away, and the "Flower" Finally bloomed, as if stretching out with her, the faint streams of viridian water retracting to their origin, finally leaving her to be exposed to *Air*, to the world surrounding her in full. 

And it was a *Wondrous* Sight indeed, the immenseness of the tree— of *Gaia*, her mother? Her origin, at least, it filled her with awe. She wanted to *Feel* Her mother, to feel the world around her with her own two feet.

She took a step forward, the oceanic flower seemingly following with her thoughts as it descended, leaving her to take that final step onto the branch, her final step away from her womb. 

Maranthe felt some instinctual *Awe*, and a mix of her own happiness from her mother and all of these new wondrous sensations. Enough that it distracted her from her womb dissolving, water falling away, falling down into the vast skies below. 

She didn't care, in all honesty, she was far, far too preoccupied taking in the sensations that surrounded her, hair flowing in the wind and like water.
Clemente
At the crest of the towering world tree, where the branches reached their thinnest and the air shimmered with ancient magic, a common and extraordinary event was about to unfold. Among the budding growths, where countless other unborn gods took shape, one particular oddity among other seeds stood out at the base of the thickest portion of the branch—a molten rock, resembling a dragon's egg engulfed in a fiery glow. It crackled and hissed, its surface pulsating with the raw power of the various elements contained within.

Within that celestial chamber of transformation, a daimon of Masterwork Forge and the Volcanic Flame was born. 

As the shell of the molten seed fractured as stone would in an eruption, a plume of smoke and ashes burst forth, revealing the daimon in her resplendent form that initially appeared nothing more than a formless blob. Slowly, she'd taken form. Her hair, a cascade of boiling lava and liquid heat, flowed with an intensity that matched the essence of her being. Her great pawed hands and feet resembling that of a canid roiled and crackled like magma erupting at the surface of an active volcano, leaving smoldering imprints wherever she tread. Eyes ablaze with ancient knowledge from her many past lives, she emerged as a reincarnation from many worlds prior, a deity reborn into a world she had no part in. The power coursing through her, beyond her wildest imagination, threatened to consume her very essence and had embroiled her very core.

With her birth the air crackled with energy as the other deities could've possibly vaguely sensed. The arrival of this extraordinary being. Some paused in their celestial walks, turning their attention toward the newborn deity, drawn by the scent of what may have been considered fresh meat, a weak goddess newly taking form.

Unfamiliar with her surroundings, the daimon stepped cautiously upon the woody pathway, feeling the ancient tree beneath her fiery, clawed feet. The scents, the sounds, the sensation of nothing more than the endless opportunity that came with yet another life had already corrupted her. 
Or truthfully, revealed her nature as it was always meant to be. 

She was aware that this ethereal meeting ground held both potential allies and rivals, beings of great might and unfathomable wisdom. It was here, upon these upper branches, that the destinies of gods entwined and the intricate tapestry of divine existence unfolded. 

As the daimon set foot upon the hallowed path, the natural innate heat of her presence and the intensity of her untapped power felt as if it sent ripples through the air. Her vibrant gaze swept across the expanse, taking in the diverse array of those who were in the vicinity, for those who congregated. It was time for her to navigate this realm of gods, forge her own path, and harness her incendiary might for purposes yet to be unveiled. Soon, she was to take part. To carve herself into the world and make a name for herself as a being to be reckoned with.
Matthew
Having been enthralled by her yet-to-be-born siblings and their mother, and... Well, *Everything* About the fantastic new sensations she was met with every breath, every step, or even every blink she took. It was only natural that the beginning of one of her siblings birth happening so soon after hers would catch her attention in full! 

She paused for a moment, it was a ways away, how was she to make her way there? Instinctively, she stepped forward, it was if it came naturally to her, her step propelled her further than she would've expected, but she found herself adapting to it quite easily as she made her way to the draconic egg, eager to not miss *Too* Much. She hadn't borne witness to her own birth, after all! And no one had been around to witness it either, which was a little sad, enough that it caused her to pout a tiny bit, but that was washed away swiftly as she found herself close enough to her soon-to-be sisters godly cocoon. 

The aquatic goddess winced slightly as the shell of it finally reached its own threshold and *Erupted*, smoke flowed towards - and through - her, boiling lava hit her "Skin" And caused a burst of steam to escape as it instantly cooled. Which was a... Really weird sensation? Not necessarily painful, just another new experience among the dozens she'd had since she gained her consciousness in this strange world. Sure, she might have some instinctive knowledge, granted to her by her "Mother", but, she was a new consciousness all things considered. Which made her somewhat opposed to her far more fire-y sister (not that she knew that, of course.) 

An inquisitive tilt of the head was seen as she watched from above her sister, watching as she stepped out of her egg, smoldering imprints following her as she walked around, evidently less entranced with her surroundings than she had been? But that was okay, she didn't expect her brothers or sisters to be like her. That would've been a bit boring, maybe? Hard to say without experiencing it! 

Speaking of *Experience*, it was time for her to have her first experience meeting one of her siblings, anyone looking at her closely would've seen the ripples along the water that made up her form pick up speed with her excitement, as she rushed to be the first to say hello. Her next movements came to her naturally, even if it wasn't something that she ever thought consciously of doing until now, as her form flowed around and collected into a fat droplet on the underside of the branch above her sister. Dropping down as it reached critical mass, it would take her *Actual* Form mid-fall, landing a ways in front of the daimon. 

The very, very first thing that would be seen on her was a bright smile, unmistakable even with her unconventional features, followed by a wave - something that came to her naturally too - as she tried to think aloud, speak? Address her sister! She faltered for a moment, the unfamiliarity in her "Throat" Making her first attempt at speech best off aborted before she continued, trying again to much better success. "Hello, uh, sister, I think??" She'd take an inquisitive step forward. "Oooh this is weird... But it's nice to meet you! What's your name? I'm, uhhh..." She touched her finger to her chin as she thought, before gasping with realization not a moment later. "I'm *Maranthe!* It's so nice to meet one of my siblings!" Maranthe smiled, it was almost *Painfully* Genuine. "You're really fire-y! It's kind of cool, super unlike me!" She gave a thumbs up, tipped with that same almost entirely green shade as it reached the tips.
Clemente
There were a great many things the daimoness had imagined upon being reborn for the upteenth time in another world, with other people to meet. Memories of her past life would come in flashes, she was sure of it. Slowly but surely coalescing to fill her mind with plans, ideas, ways in which she'd been meant to navigate the world and form a proper foothold in a place as vast as this. 
However, among those memories and upon her awakening, she had realized that each of those had been met with violence of some kind. None were peaceful, as far as she could remember. Born of what was a catacalysmic eruption, the destruction of a few towns... Her own family attempting to snuff the light out of her for being an abomination, something. Anything like that. 
 A fight, even, a great dog, a dragon trying to rip her to shreds... Maybe even the tree itself trying to drown out the fires she'd been worried her existence may have caused even upon whatever drab magical bark she'd happened to emerge from. Not whatever this... Enthusiastic, aquatic? Ball of what she could've easily confused as sunshine in front of her. The sudden drop from above her had the daimon nearly hurling fire at the water-woman. 
"...Maranthe." As the woman spoke, it appeared a thick smoke flowed from her lips. It'd even taken *Her* By surprise, relaying that her internal composition was beyond smoltering... Dangerous. The thought made her internally smile. 
"Family, us? Such opposites, us two. Though perhaps, two beings of elemental affinity, comprised of our very element-" Iniferis raised a hand, watching as the lava that flowed from her very core comprising her hand dripped and hissed on the ground. "-There might be merit." She'd have held out her powed hand, to shake... Had she known what it might do to her. 
"Iniferis. Are we the only to emerge, so recently? It appears we are all born here, so to speak."
Matthew
Unfortunately (or fortunately?) Maranthe was utterly oblivious to the internal monologue going on with her sister, to how close she had been to getting quite literally fired at by her sister. 

So, she just continued, her eyes lighting up as her sister spoke, yet another new experience! The *Sound* Of another, able to speak and think just like her, it was so exciting! The smoke flowing from her lips was utterly alien but utterly fascinating in equal measure, something that only furthered to enrapture her as she listened to her kin speak, her head tilting somewhat as she raised her hand, lava dripping from her at every moment. She looked away for a moment more in contemplation than anything else before turning back to her. "Yeah! I suppose so! I guess it kind of just makes sense to me? Not super-duper sure *Why*, but it makes sense!" She'd then tap her chin again, thinking.

Thankfully for the two, she wasn't the type to *Care* About the lack of a hand shake, even if she had caught the missed social gesture in the first place. 

Another gasp escaped from Maranthe as her sister introduced herself. "Oh my gosh! That's such a cool name!" Once again, painfully genuine, as she took a step closer, thinking again, both about the fact that they were both comprised of their elemental affinities, and also if she'd *Felt* Anyone else start emerging. 

Hmm...

Nah! She certainly would've felt it, just like she did with Iniferis, that feeling was *Unmistakable.*

Even with her thinking for a moment, she wasn't silent for long. "As far as I know, yeah! I dunno about anyone who might've popped out anytime before I did, buuut, it's super distinct when it DOES happen! That's how I knew to come here!" She smiled, evidently proud of herself. "Come from the same place, even if our births were a little different, stands to reason we're one big family, y'know?" She'd then pause for a second. "Soooo! What do YOU do! I know you probably got something to do with that drippy hot stuff, lava, yeah? Where did your name come from! Was it like me? It just came to you? Or???" She'd then get a *Tiny* Bit closer.

"Ooh, can you do stuff like this?" She melted away for a moment, turning into a puddle before springing back forth into form with much more force. "Orrrr THIS!" With that, she flashed a bit more of a subdued smile as yet another instinctive use of her body, her *Power*, came to her. Before Iniferis' eyes, the watery, almost see-through nature of her body would disappear as her "Skin" Took on the coloration of a pale mortal, her hair seemed the same, of course, and there was that gradient, too, but it was much fainter now. "I didn't know I could do that till it just came to me, y'know! This is just so *Cool!*"
Joan
On one of the tiniest branches, at the tip, alone, sits a small flower bud. No one noticed it before, and definitely doesn't notice it now. The flower bud starts to shift as if something was trying to get out. The shifting stops for a moment before the flower slowly unfolds itself revealing a small, fluffy, egg. The egg glistens with sparkling specks of mint colored dust on top of the tan fluff, or were those jewels? One wouldn't have time to investigate as the egg began to softly shake. To one's surprise the egg didn't crack as one would expect, but instead also unfolded itself as if it too were a flower blooming. The inside of the egg was fluffy as well, though more mint colored dust puffed out of the egg as if it were confetti.

A tiny creature lay curled up on a soft pillow, looking as though it had been sleeping peacefully. Her eyes peaked at the bright sky, she was having a nice dream, at least that's what she thought as she couldn't recall her dream. But she still didn't want to wake just yet. She closed her eyes to sleep again but her tummy made a sound and slightly pained her. She opened her eyes wide wondering what this pain was, she decided to get up to maybe investigate or inquire about the pain she was having. She sat up and stretched. The dust floating to her nose, making her sneeze. The dust blew away from her and up into the sky. She stood, though she was wobbly, she managed to balance herself quickly. She noticed she had wings, and even though she didn't know how to use them just yet. She somehow knew what they were. She made a face, staring at her wings, her face looking as though she was constipated, she tried desperately to make her wings fly or at least move, but alas they didn't budge. She stopped trying and wondered if she was broken. She had pains and her wings weren't working. She didn't know what to do next. She wobbled towards the edge of the egg, got on her paws and knees to make sure she didn't fall and looked over the edge. She immediately regretted it as her stomach felt like it flipped inside her. She backed away from the edge as she realized she was very high up. She couldn't even see the ground, she didn't even know if there was any ground. She wobbled back to her pillow, sitting down, she pondered how she would leave her birth place if she couldn't get herself to fly.
Chong
Up above, near the top of the highest branches, there grew a splendid fruit. It looked like a large, bulbous apple, if that name even was connected to that fruit in this world. It was perfectly symmetrical in it's size and shape. Even the stem from which it was attached to the branches hung in a perfect line. Each bump mirrored on the other side, so it you cut it in two you couldn't tell the difference. But the colors, that's where it differed. One half was a bright crimson, the other a emerald green. The colors didn't merge in the middle, rather they were perfectly separated, not some speck of color crossing the invisible boarder. 

Now, today was the day in which the fruit grew too large for it's stem to support. It was instantaneous, the stem almost looked like it was plucked by a hand the way it cut so cleanly. The fruit fell multiple stories before landing on a larger branch below. Nothing happened for a few second, but then suddenly the fruit began to shake. The apple began to rot. The crimson side grew dark spots and boils, melting away into a thick black tar. On the other half, white mold spots began to spread across the surface before enveloping the green all together. In a burst, the mold exploded, a cloud of white dissipating in the wind.

And what remained? Why, a figure, of both pitch tenebris and bright lux. One side, the side of the bright, old man, was bent over, staring at it's digits, counting and moving them. It's other half, was stretching, their face and chest facing the sky and all of her stars. It gave a slight groan as it opened it's eyes.

"What the hell?" The bright one, Ystin, said in disbelief. 

"Perfect, you wasted our first words, how apropos." The dark one, Nitsy, replied.