Shawna
Crawling over the roots of Gaia was a black, writhing mass of various insects, arachnics, worms and parasites. Leeches crawling over spiders and ants, flies forming large clouds in the air, roaches and beetles skittering. The swarms seemed to share one mind, all crawling on the underside of the roots towards the centre of Yggdrasil, like a creeping, black rot on the tree. They had been scurrying over from the far edges of the southern realms, on the precipice of the void. There was definitely a divine presence mingled in with the hordes of insects. Savarii.

The goddess, as always, was mobile and scouting out the realms and areas nearby, her wary and watchful eyes peering at the vast expanse of realms and their going ons from afar. She was doing her best to emulate the flies and bugs she spawned, always buzzing around and trying not to attract to much attention to herself. When she was not watching over her precious children and expanding the lands so that they may be one step closer to prosperity and perfection, she was turning her gaze outwards. 

Thanks to her previous "Friendly chat" With Edon, she had already felt as though a clock had started ticking towards... Something. She knew there was now a limited amount of time in her life while she could still prepare, grow, infest and expand while unhindered and rivalries of her brethren would be put into motion.

As she moved further and further along the roots, Savarii's form would partially appear from the twitching, disgusting mass of insects. A runed, blackened skull with several eyes would appear first, perched on a pillar of ants that almost made it appear as if the "Head" Had been impaled on a spike. Soon, the top of an equally black spine would poke out, being raised by spider webs with part of its ribs still covered in writhing bugs. Organs were raised up into the open cavity by spider webs as leeches and tapeworms wrapped themselves around the bones, starting to melt into flesh and tendril like hair.

The upper half of a humanoid, disembodied arm was wrenched into the open socket of the torso by flies and roaches, while another almost seemed to sprout out the other side with a bloody, tearing sound. Several smaller insectoid limbs popped out of the back as chitin grew and covered the upper third of Savarii's torso in a regal and macabre design. The goddess of misfits and gluttony was now gliding along the tree on the millions of legs from the insects below her. Only her shoulders were really visible, with anything below her still covered by the swarm, her body almost looking tattered and ripped as it went downwards, giving it the impression that she had been violently torn in half and now only her upper portion was being carried around.
Miriam
From atop the world tree a small fragment of Abrielle free-fell towards the bottom, multiple divine presences over all of Gaia distracted her indeed, many more than she had ever seen before, presences that were loud, and ones that tried their best to conceal themselves, along with the recent message she had received soon upon rebirthing, should, she participated not in the hall of gods ritual. The stealthiness of it all, the voice that sent it out, she had a sneaking suspicion of what it would entail, and she would partake no part in such a ritual.

Falling and falling, it seemed as if it wasn't any different from standing still in space, there was no wind, no force, she was practically pulling herself downwards, and the only hint of movement from her perspective was the world itself moving around her. Well. There was another... Below the tree, a divine presence she had not yet met creeping its way down below Gaia's roots, one that she wanted to investigate, not for fear, not for malice, purely exploration, a new life, a new presence, a new existence.

Falling down below the roots and eventually stopping herself, the pale Goddess watched the grotesque scene of the insects thrashing around, a blob of void and gluttony with a divine presence nestled somewhere within, she was there just in time to watch the reforming of Savarii's upper-body, a mishmash of worms, leeches and flies that came together to form a body, she was unsure if she was... Disgusted at the sight, or simply amazed at how a god can have such control and closeness to its beings, or itself.
Shawna
Savarii quickly snaps to face the newly birthed goddess in front of her, her beady, insectoid eyes gazing up at her with no sense of emotion within them. She just... *Stared*... Much longer than anybody would consider polite. She looked up and down the goddess, the swarm around her growing somewhat more restless under the reflections that came off of the goddess' pale skin. Savarii does not speak at first, merely staring at Abrielle as her lower body extends further from the black pool below her. Her spine extends and a forearm gets snapped onto her left hand while her right hand merely remained as a writhing mass of bugs that were all crawling one over the other to form the general shape of a long, clawed hand. 

The goddess would grow taller and taller, her torso extending, each spine disc being attached one by one by the bugs. She would extend upwards... Then keep extending... And keep extending, when her torso reached the length one might expect from a humanoid shaped being, it kept growing. She rose from the pool and swayed in almost mesmerizing fashion, like a serpent emerging from its hiding place as a charmer plays his flute. Her torso grew more and more chitinous, taking the shape and proportions of the body of a worm or a centipede. She stepped forwards, several spider like leg snapping out of the mass below her as she rose up. A large, spiderlike abdomen with what seemed to be a massive mouth soon arose, adding even more height to Savarii as it stood vertically. Her lower half was propped up by a collection of insecoid legs two humanoid ones that served to keep the spider's abdomen facing upwards.

This odd collection of limbs, insect parts and horrific traits would quickly be covered as hordes of flies formed a vortex around her, wrapping the woman like figure in black veils that quickly hid her unnatural figure, making her simply look like a taller woman wearing a black dress with a little bit of chitin and extra limbs poking out here and there. In complete silence, the fully formed figure would glide across the roots to where the goddess stood, getting much... Much closer while never breaking eye contact. She stares at Abrielle before finally smiling, her wide, fanged mouth reaching all the way back to where a human's ears might have. 

"*Savarii*..." She hisses pleasently, extending her right arm for a handshake. The same right arm which was ever so conveniently still a writhing mass of bugs, centipedes, spiders, leeches and what have you. She thought she recognized the goddess before her, but they clearly never met before. Instead, she recalled her vague form from the vision of the past that Edon had granted her. She made no comment of it, but the glint of recognition in her eye may have been caught. "Hive-Goddess of Misfits and Gluttony." She whispers playfully and with an overly friendly and sweet tone. Her tone almost seemed *Too* Polite and sweet, almost circling back into rude and disquieting with how her eccentric mannerisms made it seem like she was playing a caricature. Savarii bows politely. "A pleasure to meet you Abrielle. What are you doing here?" She inquires, her tone politely interested.
Joann
From the large and sturdy tree, an under-ripened fruit hung from one of its high and large branches. The green fruit had blended in amongst the luscious thick leaves, allowing it to stay hidden as the god inside of it developed. It took several days for the fruit to gain its color, proving that the goddess inside was ripe enough to be brought into the chaotic world where the gods overruled, creating large realms for mortals to live out their days. 

The fruit that hung from the branch wiggled and continued to wiggle until it broke off from the branch. The small fruit which contained the goddess of wealth would splatter on the branch below, causing a mess of sticky-sweet juice. From the mushed food stood a pale goddess, green hair that once matched the fruit before it had ripened. With a quick snap of her middle finger and thumb, the girl's skin was clean from the mess and so were white clothes. 

She batted her long and thick eyelashes for a few moments, allowing her lime colored hues to adjust to the area which she was born into. She heard a conversation of two gods and curiosity would spread throughout her body, urging her off of the branch that she once stood on and down to the branches that had a clear view of the roots. This was awfully rude of Caishen, listening in on a conversation she was not even remotely evolved in, yet she continued anyways. 

The goddess would lay among the tree branch, allowing one of her legs to dangle and sway, almost giving her away. Yet, she did not mind the idea of being caught. Her nosey tendencies could get her in trouble and yet she did not care. From her closed, supple lips came a small hum, as if she had been trying to give herself away or maybe annoy the two gods who lingered at the roots and spoke to one another. 

Both gods caused more curiosity to rise, maybe she should introduce herself.
Miriam
Abrielle stared back at the devoid eyes Savarii held, not really minding the awkward staring, she'd gone through worse, no emotion was much, much better than a condescending stare to her at least. Noticing the swarm growing all the more restless, the Goddess attempted her best to limit her natural luminosity, though, you can only do so much without fading into a shadow creature.

The body grew, starting with the spine and torso and extending upwards. At least the God facing Abrielle was not one to shy away from interaction, as terrifying as it was, insects pushing segments of her spine out and more wrapping around it to form a body, with one hand normal and one hand a swarm of unrelenting bugs... It was all oh so uncanny, yet, it was oh so fascinating to see, the way the bugs moved in harmony, the way the Goddess herself moved as she emerged from her shell and extended further upwards than an average human, against the tiny Goddess facing Savarii, this was most likely overkill, she'd long triumphed Abrielle's height long ago.

And when she expected it to stop, it continued, her lower body practically non-existent, a swarm of bugs taking the form of a spider abdomen, indeed, it was oh so weird to see, and yet Abrielle stared, wide-eyed, fascinated and unflinching throughout it all, while others may express utter disgust towards a show such as this, Abrielle, on the other hand, portrayed utter *Wonder* At the being infront of her, each god was unique in their own ways, and this proved her all the more correct.
Shawna
"Why thank you~" Savarii coos, her smile somehow widening even more in response to the compliment. "Your name is quite sweet sounding as well, dear Goddess of Life." She retorts, clasping her more human hands back in front of her normally. She was oddly disappointed at how casual and unbothered Abrielle was about shaking her hand. Her more playful nature had hoped to get a bit of a stronger reaction but Abrielle's acceptance of her behaviours did comfort Savarii a bit in letting her now she had a bit more leeway with her eccentricities. The woman glanced down at Abrielle, squinting in reaction to her questioning stare but making no move or attempt to explain herself. She was well aware the importance of not oversharing, that would just be *Distasteful*. 

"Why yes, darling~" She whispers "That sounds delightful." She applauds the smaller goddess, a hand reaching up to gently push some of her "Hair" Back, with some of the tendril strands having turned with a mind of their own to study Abrielle, leech-like mouths hanging open on some of them. "Our brethren surely have proven to be a... *Diverse* Collection of fascinating individuals, at least based on the short time that I have been travelling these realms." She says. "In fact, I was entertaining the thought of dropping in on the little clandestine meeting they had sent all those invitiations out for. I don't get invited to many parties." She murmurs, her face pouting overdramatically as she lets out a *Tsk*.

"Something about bugs in the drinks and rats on the freshly cleaned carpets must not sit well with most hosts. I *Do* Hope they have snacks. Oh, but I'm certain I'm boring you with that... You yourself might have quite a few experiences with the other gods~" She murmurs, her tone coy, trying to pry ever so slightly into the personal affairs of this supposedly important goddess. At least important if she were to take Edon's "Gifted" Vision seriously.

Savarii pauses for a few moments as she was speaking, turning to glance around the area. She *Had* Sensed a divine presence somewhat distantly, her many eyes all turned to search in various directions. Of course, the divine presence could be another god on their way to follow the invitation to the hall of the gods. Savarii's cautious and wary mind, however, had her check anyway. "Hmmm..." She murmurs, presumably not seeing much from her current position, flies and mosquitos breaking off from her main body and moving to search around the area, although the bugs that Savarii had released to look around could be avoided should the hidden, newborn goddess be careful.
Joann
Caishen continued to closely watch their interaction, her curious gaze mostly focused upon the lady which had either been made from bugs or swarmed with them. Caishen was too focused on the mention of an invitation to some party to really care. An invitation to a party meant, well, a party! She wanted to go to a party! Her very first party. Caishen had no clue what to expect from a party but she was still interested in attending. 

Once she saw someone of the bugs released, her eyebrows furrowed causing a crease in her skin between her brows. Why was the bug lady letting their bugs just fly around? Caishen would watch them carefully before they managed to find the branch she laid upon. Being quite freaked out by so many, she tried swatting one away. Her swatting resulted in failure as well as her falling from her branch, crashing her head atop another branch before falling flat on to her face. Caishen definitely needed to learn how to be a little less nosey if it was going to cause her to hurt herself like this.

Of course, as a god, it didn't hurt too bad. But hitting your head or falling nose first into the roots would be pretty rough to anyone.