Elizabeth
*The five Glacias still seemed nervous, but at Silly's reassurances- and her cheery behaviour- they calmed down. With the exception of Corin, who looked behind him and saw more people coming.* "Guys, should we have come here? I- I don't know if those guys are gonna be as-" *He shut his mouth quickly when he felt an arm being wrapped around him. Corin jumped.* "No worries, no worries, it's me," *He heard from behind him. Right, that had just been Morrik, that was someone he knew. No danger. Corin took a deep breath, in an attempt to calm himself down, and let himself be turned around.* "Hey, 's all gonna be fine, okay? They're all here for the carnival, no need to stress," *Morrik spoke, looking Corin in the eyes. Corin nodded at him and sighed.* "I know, I know." *Morrik let go of him, and moved over to the new arrivals. Corin reluctantly followed him, and only now noticed that Tseda, Manay and Phelle were already there.*

"So, where are you guys from?" *Phelle asked a mushroom person with water around their head. They didn't have any companions, so she wanted to make them feel welcome in the carnival.* "We're from the Arctic. It's north of here, and it's much colder than here. There's lots of snow and ice everywhere." *She gestured in the vague direction of their homeland.*

*Ica, meanwhile, watched Silly as she talked the ears off of some mortal that had come to them. After a few seconds of this, he grew tired of her constant energy, however.* **"Silly, calm down a little. You're killing the poor thing with your enthusiasm,"** *He said. And sure enough, the mortal looked incredibly overwhelmed with Silly's rapid speech. Ica allowed him to make his escape, not seeing any point in talking to him.*
Lupe
*Standing at the edge of the village, Dego felt like they could explode with excitement at any moment. After all, they would become one of the first Zandoli to step outside the sphere of The Creators influence, being made even more special by the fact that they were handpicked by The Creator themself to join some 'carnival'.. Since yesterday, they've only replayed that memory in their head, over and over again like a broken record.*
*The creator had entered one of the dining halls yesterday, in their usual style of loud and sudden. His form was.. Well, the one he always took, that being a black and neon pink Zandoli, with horns in addition to his crest and wings that could encompass their entire body twice over. More or less bursting into the room, their words brought attention, then interest.*
*"Okay, so. Who wants to become part of a carnival and travel, like. EVERY realm? It'll be sick, you'll love it."*
*Sure, Dego might not know what a 'carnival' was, even less so how to operate in one, but the possibility of exploration? If seeing realms besides their own? They had been wanting to learn more about realms besides their own since their realm had first made contact with the 'Beautifuls' - mishmashes of all sorts of creatures, most of which Dego had never even seen - but it ignited a curiosity within them. They wanted to learn more about the Beautifuls, their realm, and almost everything about what lay beyond their village, and this carnival seemed like the opportunity to do so; they couldn't simply pass it up.*
*Dego didn't quite know what did it. Maybe they were the first, maybe they were the loudest, maybe something else out of their control. But what they do know is that they were looked at, pink eyes like spotlights staring them down..*
*"You, white and tan. What's your name?"*
"Dego! My Creator."
*"Dego, we leave tomorrow!"*
*And with that simple transaction, The Creator flashed then a grin, leaving them to figure out what to do now.*

*The next day was.. A blur. The feast that night was held in their honor, they spent most of the day packing what few items they had, and now, they sat, waiting for The Creator to show up. Despite their excitement, they couldn't help but be a bit nervous, pacing around and pushing their crest back with one hand. After all, even the few before who went outside the realm of Dez Vegas were in a group, and only for a short bit. Dego was going to be alone, and stops here would be far less frequent, if at all. It was the one part of this that made them hesitate on going, if only for a brief second.. But, they'd probably come back, right? If only briefly, but anything was better than nothing. Besides, they're gonna be exploring the world, something which had only been a dream up to that point.. Degos thoughts were thrown off by the woosh of air, signalling the landing of The Creator. Turning to him, Dego bowed slightly. Even if he acted casual around the Zandoli, it didn't stop them from maintaining some slight respect and fear of him.*
"My Creator."
*"Dego! How you doing, ready to go?"*
*Dezód patted the Zandoli on the shoulder, trying to get them to look up. After all, they were shaking like a leaf! What, were they worried he was gonna get mad or something?*
"Yes, My Creator."
*"Alright, sick! Just need to figure out how to get over there... Hm."*
*Stepping behind Dego, the demonic deity very casually picked up the rather nerved Zandoli under the arms, thinking for a moment. After all, the hard part would be getting them across the void, given how quickly Dego might fall victim to it.. Ah, plan made. Around them, an invisible 'bubble' of air formed, almost identical to the pressure and temperature of the grasslands around them.*
*"Okay, ready?"*
"Y-yes?!"
*"Alright, let's go!"*
*With a rush of air under them as Dezód took off, they started flying over to the world tree, breaching the border into the void rather quickly.. Both screaming, of course.*

*Their arrival at the roots lacked the elegance of most of Dezóds fellow gods, being more of a controlled crash-land into the nearest available root. The demonic deity had made the split second decision to tuck the smaller Zandoli into his body a bit and curl up, protecting his mortal as they rolled to a complete stop. Laying on his back with Dego perpendicular on top of him, he's glad they seemed unhurt. That's cool! Sure, his form took some minor damage, but it was nothing he couldn't just heal all on his own, eh? Raising his hands to celebrate, he was immediately followed in suit by Dego.*
*"Yeah!"*
"Yeah..!"
*Standing up, the young Zandoli looked around, trying to make sense of the new surroundings. Any nerves they may have had were more or less knocked out of them by the rough landing, if they didn't simply fall off during the ride over. Now, all that's left was the urge to explore this new realm, see this strange cast of characters that were everywhere. A few Beautifuls, some winged crystalline humanoid, a mushroom person.. Sporeling, right? They've seen a few around. Dego just wanted to talk to all of them, to see-*
*"After you. Let's get 'em!"*
*The voice so close startled them quite a bit, trying to turn around to find that, no, The Creator wasn't right behind them. Instead, they could see rather clearly that he had shrunken himself to a smaller form, deciding to sit on their shoulder for a bit like a bird. Didn't matter much to them, they got the go ahead, and they were gonna take it! Rushing in, they found themselves borderline overwhelmed, not knowing who to talk to first..*
Derrick
The Peacekeeper and Grumbo slowly moved along the roots of the tree, eventually hitting an incline. They had to abandon the ibexes, though The Peacekeeper assured Grumbo that it would bring both of them back. The two began to slowly make their way up the roots, having to move slowly to ensure that none of Grumbo's possessions fell into the void. They had managed to avoid any spills so far and it would be a pity to fail now. Ever so slowly, the skeletons ascended the world tree. Flimsy sheets of something seemed to be plastered across the roots, which was a bit of a problem since they were covering most handholds. The two had to pry off the things and fling them away in order to continue their journey up. Eventually, the duo were able to make their way into what was more or less a clearing. Better yet, this is where it seemed like the carnival was meeting. They dusted themselves off and approached the group. Knowing that it was rather difficult for Grumbo to communicate, The Peacekeeper made the first move.

"Hello there. Is this is the place for the carnival?"
Ramiro
Yvette turned her head over at the appearance of someone new. "Oh, it's just me here. The bird is going back," She hummed, looking back over in an Eastward direction- where her home jungle lay. "I'm Yvette. 'M a sporeling," She explained, "I came over there, and live in this really cool jungle place. But to be more specific I lived in water." *Never heard of snow or ice before,* Yvette thought to herself. 

"So, what made you wanna come over?" Yvette asked curiously