Cynthia
"As my mortals keep chanting into the sky, I am known as Ainbheartach," He replied just as cryptically. If one's own creations begin to chant "Doer of evil deeds" At you, it become apparent that something was fucked up somewhere.

"I'm nothing more than a feather on the breeze," He sneered before bringing this glass to his lips. "You?" The hunter god asked Aphot as he eyed him over with an eyebrow raised.
Sidney
*Interesting.* Humility, or self-deprecation? Aphot had not found either quality a god yet. From self-destroying lunatics to bumbling halfwits, Aphot continued to be impressed by the spectrum of personalities Gaia was capable of producing.

"I am Aphot, God of Knowledge." He offered a small, sly smile. "It is a pleasure. Your mortals sound like fun little things. You let them name you?"
Cynthia
He replied clearly and honest. "No. I didn't. My name is Aimhirghin, but," And he didn't finish speaking. Unclear why. Perhaps it was because he realised now he'd become just like the mortals and humans he so despised, what was it "The plight of man", "Tearing everything to bloody shreds?

He renewed his drink and leaned upon a thick wooden beam of braided branches and vines. "Knowledge? Och. Why bother?"
Sidney
Aphot awaited an answer that never came. Hm. He was beginning to suspect this individual was not one of many words.

*Why?* The all-consuming question that burned at Aphot's core. The irony of it made him giggle that little laugh of his, like a gleeful child enraptured with a puppy.

"Why *Not* Bother?" He countered. "If I must exist, then surely I must exploit it to the fullest extent." *Especially since I may have so little of it.* He did not forget the stars looming in the far, far distance, ones that still flickered and went out on occasion... Like one just had what felt like moments ago.

"Did Gaia make you the God of Disparaging Questions?" He teased in that light-hearted tone of his, as if he were aware of some great joke the other was not. "Do you know your purpose?"
Cynthia
"I'm the god of the hunt, not that it means anything to anyone, really," I'm fully assuming Aphot is taller than him, his human form is 5'7 ish (lower than that), so as he looked up to meet the gaze of Aphot with the manner of a tired hound; looseness of neck and exhausted eyes; he laughed, baring those sharp, imperfect teeth of his.

"Here," Aimhirghin offered the god a drink, and at the point he was at, he was rather adamant that Aphot take it. Really, trying so hard to use that 'sense of direction, moral compass, right and wrong' nonsense that he knew he had to make a good choice for once in his time thus far in these realms.
Sidney
Aphot, only 5'8" Himself in present form, stared at the drink for a long second. It was not dissimilar from when Dezód had been offering those cigarettes; except what purpose would there be to this?

Aphot supposed he would find out.

He accepted the drink and knocked it back without hesitation. He let the fizzy, hazing effects slowly permeate his senses as he took the seat adjacent to Aimhirghin's.

"God of the Hunt?" He echoed questioningly. "And what is it exactly one Hunts, other than guilty pleasures?"
Cynthia
"I aid my mortals in their own hunts through blessings, but mostly I spend time being hunted. Most of my job is luring men of "Evil hearts" To their demise in the forest, sounds like a shitty prenup, but it gets ya through the day," Now that Aphot had gotten Ainbhe talking, it'd take a stroke of luck to get him to shut up. Godspeed.

"What do you... Think about. Other than making fruit disappear," Ainbhe spoke in reference to the apple from the garden as he made for himself another drink; maybe it was all in spite of himself that he chose to keep this up.