Michelle
Once again she was here. She found this place... Beautiful. Only goddesses and gods could stand here without being tempted at all. The trees were so perfect, so beautiful... So young. She has seen plenty of worlds, done it all... Had her life now. This garden was brilliant as diamonds. She remembered those hot summer nights, the crazy days, where she would have fun like a child.

She was young and beautiful, she had nothing but her aching soul. Her four eyes focus on the trees and the fruits. The world was her stage, hot summer dreams... Where she played for her creatures. Her pretty face focused on the ground now. One day she was no longer going to be young, and she wondered if someone besides her creatures would still love her once she was no longer beautiful. But had she ever been beautiful? Many gods were grossed out of her appearance, but, she didn't choose to be this... Perfect. The goddess of love twirled between the soft wind that was glancing towards her. 

She opened her wings, and flapped them gently, making a soft noise. Her wings felt the soft whisper of her mother. She listened to the silence of the garden. It was her mother, it was all for her... Everything she did. These gardens were heaven in this desperate tree. It was better than she had ever known. For a moment, she didn't know what was she made for.

She used to know, but now she was not sure. Xantara had a role, sure, but what was she made for? Was she even real for her mortals? What was she made for? Xantara didn't know how to feel, but... Maybe it was okay. Someday she will know what was she made for, maybe to help others, not only her mortals but her siblings.

But she wondered why didn't she feel happy. Maybe it was because none of her siblings actually liked her. Or that is how she felt. Maybe she was too insistent. She used to feel like she was floating, but now, she constantly felt like she was letting down others. Again, what was she made for?

The fruits were there to tempt others. But what about her? Was she even allowed to be called a goddess? Sometimes she could be mean. Xantara didn't know how to feel... 

Her wings lifted her up for a moment, the pink-skinned goddess feeling the wind once again,.
Lacie
The creation of his realm was complete, at least the bare bones of it. He laid the foundations for humanity to flourish and now, he waited to see what they would do with the gifts he provided. Deciding to step back and let his people handle their situations, Biaosheng found himself back at the World Tree, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. He was beginning to get the hang of this god-business now though as he watched his people grow, Biaosheng couldn't help but be awed at how the mortals lived. Their lives were so short yet they continue to push forward through their hardships, learning and growing. In truth, Biaosheng was almost a little jealous. He wondered what it would be like to live as a mortal.

While pondering about these little dreams, Biaosheng decided to take his train of thought to the gardens, a place where he truly felt connected to the all-mother, Gaia. Water flowed throughout the garden, feeding and granting new life to the vegetation and flora. Walking through the garden, Biaosheng's elegant robes flowed behind him like a gentle river, while his deep blue hair shimmered in the light like a moonlit waterfall. Such peace and beauty these gardens possessed. It just made Biaosheng wonder if he could ever recreate something like this in Azurea.

As he walked through the garden, the presence of another god would not escape Biaosheng's senses, the water god looking up to see the winged goddess above. His eyes reflected a deep kindness and gentleness as he grinned at her, his arms neatly folded into the sleeves of his silken robes. "It is exceptionally beautiful today, isn't it." He commented, remaining on the ground. Peeking out from behind Biaosheng was a dragon's tail with a tuft of white fur at the tip. Accompanied with the blue branch-like horns on his head, it would be easy to discern that his godly form must be related to some form of dragon.
Willard
"I am uncertain; the days spent in the garden exhibit a sense of uniformity," Chimed in another voice, interjecting into the forthcoming conversation. This individual playfully tapped at the tail of the water deity while contemplatively scratching their chin with a tilted head. Dagon rose from their seat and proceeded to walk past Biaosheng, affectionately patting him on the shoulder as he passed. "One might easily stumble upon your extended tail," He remarked, making his way towards the ethereal deity hovering above. With a polite request, he addressed them, "Pardon me, would you be so kind as to assist your brother by granting me a few of those delectable fruits?" He gestured towards a tree situated in close proximity to the goddess.
Michelle
Xantara suddenly felt two essences appearing behind her. She turned around just to find Biaosheng. Her four eyes blinked fast at his horns and his long tail, he talked to her, and she just lowered herself to wave at one of her brothers. He was absolutely beautiful! Of course, Xantara loved everyone and everything, it was almost impossible for her to feel hate or disdain. 

"It is indeed brother." She said, flapping her insect-like wings, her green hair falling on her face covering the second set of her eyes. She fixed her hair, and smiled. A mushroom grew on her shoulder, and she just laughed it off. Suddenly another god chimed in she smiled gently once again. "I believe so, it is just... So beautiful." She chuckled fixing her white robe, and laughed at Dagon commented on Biaosheng's tail. She could just fly right above it, her voice was doubled, it had like an echo behind it.

"I would love to brother." She said as she flapped her wings, lifting herself up and picking the fruit for Dagon, and some more for herself and Biaosheng. She lowered herself and gave him the fruit with a gentle manner. 

"It sure is perfect out here." Two eyes focused on Biaosheng and the other two on Dagon. And they blinked at different paces. She laughed a little, and said. "It is great to see you, brothers."
Lacie
Biaosheng turned the moment he heard someone else speak, frowning slightly at his tail getting tapped. As a result, it moved away from Dagon, curling tightly near Biaosheng's feet. He chuckled lightly and shrugged, facing Dagon with a friendly smile. "Well, then its a good thing it has a mind of its own to avoid unsuspecting feet."

It was true. Having an extra appendage like that wasn't something Biaosheng could really control consciously. It just had a mind of its own and truthfully speaking? He did find it a little fun to play with but they don't need to know that. Biaosheng returned his attention to the love goddess, taking the offered fruit. "Thank you." He nodded to her.

"It's good to see you too, sister. I must confess, though, that despite our relations, I fail to know your names." Biaosheng chuckled nervously, grasping the fruit in both hands. His nails were long, forming small claws but even those shimmered like scales in clear water. "My name's Biaosheng, god of flowing water and merchants. And you two?"
Willard
Dagon, was already gone drifting away to the nearest spot with a large tree to sit down and lay back observing the fruit as he crossed his legs together. Lost in his his own thoughts he bearly heard what the other two were saying even tho he had the means to listen in anytime, he found the act of peeling the fruit slowly to see what layed behind the skin to be priority right now. 
"Yet another delicious part of my table, tonight's dinner shall be fucking excellent, should I make this into a sauce or a pastary, sweetness can pair well with some salty dishes, maybe a biscuit fo dip into some gravey?" He mutters to himself twirling the fruit once he peeled it fully to gaze at its vibrant juicy flesh. "Might as well take a bite out of you..."
Michelle
Xantara after handing out the fruit, suddenly smiled. Her four eyes blinked now at the same time and focused on Biaosheng, as Dagon drifted away to a nearby tree. Her hands felt as if she were tearing apart the heart she had been born from. The water god had introduced himself, and she just blinked twice before answering.

"It is great to meet you, Biaosheng, my name is Xantara, Goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood." She smiled as she introduced herself, usually she just... Told her name to people. Her eyes shine gently. She was a nymph, usually praised for martyr and sin, some called her a muse, but... She wanted to suffer and cry under covers. Just like any mother would. Her hands were placed on her hips. Then she giggled. "I guess our brother didn't hear you, Biaosheng." She said, pretty amused.

It felt like bliss, used to miss this type of interaction. She signaled Biaosheng to follow her, and she walked over to Dagon, watching him gazing at the fruit with great delish. It looked as if he wanted to devour it in a few bites. 

"Brother, Biaosheng, God of flowing water and merchants. I myself I am Xantara, Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Motherhood." Her eyes blinked, and she took a sit, lowering her wings gently and just listens to Dagon talking about his dinner. "We would like to meet you as well, brother."
Lacie
Biaosheng watched Dagon drift off to a tree to enjoy his piece of fruit, the water god not feeling offended in the slightest and only chuckled. "Oh well. A pleasure to meet you, Xantara."

He had not yet eaten his fruit, deciding he will probably save it for later. He wasn't that hungry as of now. As such, he would continue to hold it in his hand before placing it into his sleeve. How it stayed in there? No one will ever know. "So what brings you here? Just getting lost in thought?" He more or less directed this to Xantara but if Dagan wanted to answer as well, that was perfectly fine.

"Oh and please, just call me Biaosheng. No need for the 'brother' bit. We're all basically family, born from Gaia so in a sense, we're already somewhat familiar with each other in that sense." It was refreshing to meet 2 gods that seemed to be quite pleasant in personality. A goddess of love and motherhood, and a god of flowing water and merchants made for quite the combination of benevolent gods.
Willard
"Dagon..." He answered her with him still studying the fruit from its simple physical appearance to its very atoms, everything that made the fruit, a fruit. 

"Searching..." He answered again this time to the Water God's question if the girl didn't provide him with an answer though he was sure the Godess would. She practically radiated with the desire to interact, you can see it in her eyes, ans the way she speaks. A pure positive force, yet. 

His eyes slightly moved away from his fruit to Xantara. He wondered if it was all sunshine inside her sometimes the ones that appear to be the positive, harbor negativity underneath. "Hmph..."
Michelle
She moved like a moth or a butterfly, craving a change in the wind. She was better off dead than wasting her hours flying wherever she shouldn't be. She was a ray of walking sunshine, or well... Someone who was pretty positive, like a mother. She loved to take care of others, and maybe even fix them. Yes, she had that complexion of always wanting to fix those who are 'broken', yet... She wanted to understand everything inside them, from the psyche and to the flesh that wasn't hers.

The goddess of love was pretty chill, watching Biaosheng grab the fruit and somehow it stayed there. She raised an eyebrow, pretty confused, how the hell was that even possible? Maybe it was just... His water powers...?? Maybe he could hold it up with his sweat??? After all, it was water. But... Gods don't sweat. She just... Had to accept the fruit wouldn't budge at all. She just kept watching it until he asked her a question, and Dagon answered first. Her curiosity peaked, she wanted to know more about his research, but first, she had to answer.

"I-" She began. "I was just thinking, I have been questioning myself. But these beautiful gardens are worthy of my thoughts? Those withering thoughts." She continued, just fixing her position, and for a moment she could feel that sensation she had when... She was a mother. Somewhere, somehow she was a mortal. But, she couldn't remember much at all, just a fuzzy feeling of insecurity. Which was weird for her, she was supposed to be perfect! But love... Love had a lot of meanings. 

"I was wondering why was I born, Biaosheng, after all, Mother wants us to be here for some reason. Which would mine be?" She said, suddenly turning away, and facing Dagon and tilting her head. She nodded at just calling him Biaosheng, but she was pretty formal with everyone, so it will be hard... Then she felt his gaze, and her four eyes focused on Dagon almost like bullets. "What would you come here for, Biaosheng?"

"What is your search about Dagon? I would love to know." She said as she lowered her green irises to Biaosheng. She chuckled and offered another fruit to Dagon.