Daniel
It was much too long... Much too long since Savarii's divine energy was present near Yggdrasil, near the heart of the divine world. The ever ravenous presence of the Outcast Goddess of Gluttony and Hiveminds could be felt slowly returning to the world tree, spreading across the branches of the furthest and newest realms to more well established and frequented areas. Since she had lost her immortality, the now mortal goddess had spent much of her time cautiously spreading her influence from the shadows, in methods with little chance to get her caught out by threats or rivals. She navigated the crooks, crannies and crevices given little consideration even by gods, spent her time communing with mortals and retreating from the public eye. Her few public appearances had been restricted to rituals and situations of utmost importance that she attended with adequate security. 

The dangers to both politick and power that came to a god for missing rituals and new alliances were great, at least to Savarii. After losing her immortality, the goddess knew there was a need to bide her time... Yet she could not poison herself by going completely off the grid. She needed to regrow her strength, sow her influence uninterrupted and unchallenged yet also could not give any rivals or eye witnesses any show of vulnerability. To disappear totally would have been to signal weakness, to paint a target on her back and risk even more than walking around with carelessness after losing immortality. The goddess had been careful in her appearances, only taking part in the ritual at the Nachievellian and her duties within the divine alliance concerning the creation of divine weapons. These meetings offered great rewards and opportunities, yet also offered protection. Few gods would be stupid enough to directly attack her there, and she was accompanied by her de-facto guardian in the form of Triticea.

Yet, even with her occasional appearances allowing her to be generally aware of the rumours along the grapevine, operating so reservedly and cautiously from shadows had its drawbacks. To be active only on the fringe realms meant it had been a long time since her divinity graced the inner lands and her eyes once again bore witness to Yggdrasil. The birthplace of gods and the home they returned to when important matters were to be discussed. The goddess' presence was gone from this place ever since she had lost her immortality and been near mortally wounded by Edon. She still bore many of the scars upon her prime form, the form where most of her divinity was safely kept deep within Tritcea's valley. 

The approaching goddess was ever cautious in her vigil of the world tree. Her presence did not spread here suddenly, it did not even appear over a day, not even a week. For now, her goal was to watch, to keep herself as informed and aware as she made a point to be in her prime. A fragment of Savarii's energy watched the tree from the shadows for a long time, so small and careful that it was difficult to sense. Every so often, a bit more power would be added to the encroaching presence. Since her immortality was torn from her very being, the goddess of the Hivemind had become accustomed to honing her careful and cunning navigations. She kept her prime self secure and well hidden, only risking the smallest ounces of her being and using wisdom and guile to spread her influence in the stead of the barbarism and brute force that could be easily used by a god with no fears. 

This presence, over several weeks, eventually crept into the hall of the gods, within the very shadows. Invisible eyes watched the happenings, doing its best to hide its presence. Of course, within the world tree, her weak form was surely masked by the coming and goings of more whole gods.

With her identity masked and her form difficult to find, should somebody sense a god near the halls, there would be many other things one would consider more likely than the truth. 

And so, her presence waited and watched... Cloaked in shadows and formlessness, Savarii remained patient for whatever developments she may witness and, should the opportunity be right, interact with through the veil of mystery, namelessness and enigma that kept the mortal goddess so secure.
Charles
*Olivia couldn't stand Melon... Why had she betrayed her? Why did she fall for it? She was lost in her thoughts when she looked up she found herself in the hall of gods. It's the last place she wanted to be... But maybe talking ti someone other than melon would help her.*

*Olivia found a bench and sat at it she couldn't keep walking around all this anger was exhausting her. It wasn't in her nature so as soon as she sat down she ended up falling asleep on the bench. The last thing she remembered was thinking* "How strange the god of fire laying on a wooden bench and actually taking refuge when fire usually combusts wood" 

*She closed her eyes she could have swore she saw someone watching her, but she didn't care she was too exhausted. She closed her eyes and a tear slipped out.*
Daniel
Savarii's presence remained in the hall of the gods, hidden in the corners ready to silently watch any congregations that may occur here or, as had just happened with Olivia, for a lone, isolated mark of opportunity to present themselves. If she had lungs, Savarii would have drawn in a sharp, satisfied breath as her eyes landed on the goddess of fire. *A new face... A new god... She had not seen this one before~* Where novelty lay, knowledge and opportunity presented themselves, as did new risks and potential threats. A conscientious goddess would not permit herself to ignore the new and inexperienced gods... Well, *Potentially* Inexperienced. Several years had passed since Savarii could properly keep an eye out on the tree and each fruit that reached full form, she could watch for new fringe realms being created or wait to hear about unfamiliar names and domains... Yet it still remained an imperfect solution. She had to find another way to approach this goddess.

As Olivia went to sleep, the swarms hiding in the shadows seized their opportunity. They waited for a few moments, ensuring the goddess was totally asleep, yet not overstaying their welcome. The hall was a public space, there may be *Some* Privacy offered here and there, but the chance of this new face's sleep going totally uninterrupted were low. So, when the time was right, a dark, slender tendril reached out from the dark corners of the hall. It reached out slowly, carefully towards Olivia's sleeping form. The tendril was in a state between tangible and incorporeal, as if it were *There* But not really. Slowly, the tendril would come into contact with the dozing deity, wrapping itself around her ever so carefully and cautiously. Then... *Poof*, it seemed to disappear, directly into the skin of the goddess, leaving a small puff of black and green smoke where it had once been for a few short moments.

As Olivia fell asleep, she would find her dream self in an... Odd place. It was still her dream, and would carry many similarities with whatever her mind and spirit conjured up within the realm of sleep. However, just like a parasite, Savarii had leeched her own mind and conciousness into Olivia's dreams. The land around her was different, now drawing inspiration from both of the goddess' spirits, experiences and knowledge. The landscape nearby was made of barren, plagued Badlands. Rotting trees, cracked land, vicious swarms of accursed insects spreading across jagged boulders and the rotting carcasses and skeletons of various creatures and species. Massive, imposing structures and spires dotted the land, like massive anthills, mounds and towers the size of skyscrapers. This realm was... Monstrous, like a bastardization of every convention and common sense decision made by deities when making their own realms. This dreamplane seemed to draw heavy inspiration from Savarii's realm, the home she created for herself and her family from the ground up, the Taltuhim Hivelands. It would still be Olivia's dream as well, giving her enough control to have aspects of her own psyche influence the form and shape of the dream. It was a mix of familiar and unfamiliar, the product of two minds coming together.

Olivia would have a few moments to look around, the presence of another divine being here was more noticable than it was in the Hall of the Gods. Here, the sense of Savarii's presence was not masked by the many god fruits of the tree and the coming and going deities around the world tree.

"Welcome~" Savarii's voice could finally be heard within the dream. There was no form to the goddess yet, merely her voice... Audible, yet not coming from any specific direction. "You look... *Unwillingly hurt*, my dear." The voice coos in an almost motherly tone. There was something off-putting and intense about how the voice addressed Olivia. It was filled with juxtaposition and paradoxes, the byproduct of thousands of different personalities and caricatures. Both an act and truth, caring and motherly yet ominous and abnormal, both polite yet spitting in the face of etiquette. Everything about how it spoke indicated just the slightest *Offness*, something to be expected by a goddess representing outcasts. Her standards and behaviour was that of standards and convention reflected through a kaleidoscope, the same pieces were there, but rehashed and altered. Despite this aire, the main act seemed to be concern... Curiosity... Worry and empathy.

"Has something gone wrong? Have you suffered unjustly?"
Charles
Olivia started to dream and it wasn't hers, she felt really concerned who was infiltrating her mind? At this point she didn't care nor did she want to know. The voice that spoke sounded motherly, almost like Trit. 

When she asked the question she couldn't help but break down in tears again. Her heart hurt so bad and the effect of melancholia numbing her feelings were wearing off, so she began to feel everything heavily. 

"Melancholia... She hurt me... She betrayed me, please I beg you if your here to hurt me then... GET. OUT! I can't stand another hurting me so badly... Betraying me..."

*She looked around and rembered she was in a dream so she added her own sense of familiarity and had her oasis come into the dream adding a touch of beauty to all the death and... Insects? Shed met a few gods but not one of insects.*

"If we are going to speak you'll tell me who you are... And unfortunately I'm not so openly trusting of anyone now... I am Olivia god of fire."
Daniel
*Melancholia*... A noticeable shiver runs through the entire dreamscape at the mention of the name. *Sister...* Savarii's attention is now fully captured by the woeful goddess, it appears that her sister was still alive and active. That was a... Significant relief and weight off of the gods' shoulders. Although that relief was soon replaced by a gnawing feeling. Her sister was alive... She seemingly escaped the negative impacts of the ritual... Yet made no attempt to reach out after she had been nearly killed. The pit in the soul of the goddess of outcasts was only filled by relief for the briefest of moments before it once again crumbled. 

"I'm not here to hurt you my darling. I'm here to talk to you, to listen to what plagues you... Everybody needs somebody to talk to in times like these." The sickly sweet voice of the Lord of the Flies coos around Olivia. It grows in presence and volume. "I cannot hurt you even if I wanted, this is but a dream... A mindscape of your psyche and consciousness." *Was that true? Savarii wasn't exactly confident she couldn't hurt Olivia here, but didn't intend to make any moves to find out for now.* 

As Olivia spoke, a *Massive* Winged silhouette could be briefly seen flying above the dreamscape. Its shape was nearly ineffable, like that of an eldritch monster. It seemed nearly to rival the size of the dream plane, yet was only visible for a short moment before disappearing into smoke and fog. As it flew above the dreamland borne of the two gods' psyches, a loud, pervasive sound of millions of whispers could be heard trailing behind it.

There were voices upon voices drowning each other out, murmuring, not a single one speaking sense or able to have the meaning of the words it spoke discerned.

"Me...?" The voice speaks again, forming from the disjointed chorus of murmurs into once again understandable speech. "I am an entity who has also suffered betrayal and hurt just like you. We have not met, and therefore my name means nothing to you. I was pushed to the fringes of the realms before your time, struck out at by evil in our midst. I understand what you're going through, for I have felt it myself." The voice says mournfully. "Should you desire it, I could listen... I could become an ear and heart to share your grief, should you need to."
Charles
*Olivia woke up* 
That was such... A weird dream... Who was that? She was pondering on the same bench when her stomach growled she used her divinity/essance to create an apple and ate.

Wonder if I'll have any visitors during the day...
April
While a part of her dealt with Thana's ritual, a smaller fragment of her broke off, ready to be called back if need be. This part of Triticea had snuck off from the gathering to go... Sort grains, as she so loved. Not the most responsible of things to do, she knew, but as long as the majority of her remained at the gathering to help with Thana's project, she supposed that there wasn't really any harm being done here. As she crept away from the Divine Weapon forging ceremony with a basket of wheat and rice crops in hand, she noticed a familiar face in the Hall of the Gods. 

Olivia, her mind supplied. A sister that had come dangerously close to being yet another disappointment, but had managed to claw her way back upwards. Malleable, gullible, easily manipulated. Triticea had no intention of manipulating this sister, but she did want to be sure to cut off any attempts to shape her by her siblings. She could think of a few that would love the chance to sway this sister, and she would not allow that sin. 

"Hello, sister." She greeted in a formal tone. It wasn't an exact science, but she was feeling a tad more Genetrix at the moment, and that lean towards her more mature aspect was definitely making her speech much more formal. Besides, she wasn't feeling the usual childish impulses that tended to come with a larger portion of Pueri. Regardless of the aspect makeup of this current fragment, the Wheatmother greeted her sister with a friendly wave.

"How have you been since we last spoke in your realm?" It wasn't a question that naturally came to her pragmatic mind, but it was one that her strawberry daughter had recommended she started using. She didn't really see the reason to ask, given that her siblings would probably just tell her unprompted if there was something that demanded her attention. Still, her daughter had said it was polite, and so she decided to be polite to one of the siblings who she didn't have any real quarrel with.
Charles
*Olivia was startled as tritea said hello*

"Oh hi Trit, I'm ok I guess... Still pretty frustrated about melon but it is what it is. I told her off and swore her as my enemy, but I don't think she's given up on me yet... And that honestly scares me. I been talking to a lady of... Bugs? She's been speaking to me in my dreams and well I dont know k still feel odd about it. Like I'm not sure I can trust her. How are you?"
April
Trit? 

The Wheatmother blinked, taking a short moment to process that. She'd never received a nickname before. Even the most cordial relationships that she had with the other gods were largely formal. That was in part her own fault, of course. She was not the most social of people by nature, so she didn't often cultivate relationships with her siblings. It didn't help that half the time said siblings turned out to be apathetic bums or psychotic monsters. 

It was a bit difficult for her to find siblings that didn't have distractingly awful trait that turned her off from growing closer to them.

Olivia seemed to be... Younger. The goddess of fire was not the only younger sister that Triticea had by a long shot, but it was more of a mental thin. Olivia was gullible, having almost been molded by Melancholia into a puppet. She was naive, and seemed to be younger in mind, rather than just in age. She supposed a nickname made sense coming from Olivia. 

Oh, right. Olivia had said more than just the nickname. She nodded in approval as she spoke of denying Melancholia. She wasn't truly good at this whole being affectionate thing, but she made an effort to try and comfort her sister as she put a hand on her shoulder. 

"You were brave to stand up to our sister." She reassured Olivia, "And I trust that you can remain strong even if the Tearmaiden tries to manipulate you again." 

The mention of a bug lady did cause her to pause, however. Not a lot of her siblings were strongly associated with bugs. There was herself, of course, but she was rather sure that she would have known if she had visited Olivia in her dreams, and that was not something that she remembered doing. The other bug-related god that came to mind was Savarii, but she was not in the mindset of making accusations without some real reason to think it was her.

"I have been well. Can you tell me more about this lady of bugs that's been appearing in your dreams, sister?"
Charles
*Olivia listened to what Trit had to say* 

"She only visited me only once in my dream and she hasn't been back since then. When she talked it sounded like a million voices spoke at once." 

*She shuddered*

"She was nice but man that was creepy to hear."
April
Er, alright. That had not been the most informative of descriptions, nor did it narrow down anything about who the mysterious bug lady might have been. It was one of those abilities that her siblings tended to use even if they didn't have any domains that might be associated with them. It was a minor exercise in their authority over existence, after all, unlike conjuring physical matter. 

Savarii was still her only suspect, and that suspicion stood on the shakiest ground possible. She just didn't know any other siblings with insect associations. It *Definitely* Wasn't enough for her to choose to try and pursue Savarii over. Besides, even if this voice *Was* Savarii, she wanted to believe that her sister wouldn't squander the second chance that she'd been given.

"If it makes you feel better, it is something that we can all do." Well, they all had the same powers, but she meant that it was an ability that all of them tended to use. To demonstrate, she spoke, **"Like this."** She was a woman on her deathbed, a little bully threatening another child, a timid farmer hiding from his overseer, a hardened soldier readying himself for battle. And then her voice was back to normal.

"You can do it too."
Charles
*Olivia decided to show her what Savarii had sounded like she imitated her perfectly*

"This is what she sounded like, why are you interested in knowing the way this voice sounded so bad?"

*She then went back to her regular voice*

"I hope this helps some with whatever your seeking..."

*She sat there and withdrew back into herself after answering triteas question*
April
Well, she hadn't asked a question at all, but Olivia had apparently decided to answer her on what the voice sounded like. It was Savarii, all right. She normally wouldn't recognise one of her siblings by voice alone, save for the grating tones of Bones or the trill of Nach, but Savarii was one of the few that she did recognise easily. After all, the Hive Goddess had spent the recent years crashing in her Valley, and though she'd started to get out more lately, she had had plenty of opportunities to learn what Savarii's voice sounded like. 

The Wheatmother filed the information away in her mind, resolving to speak to Savarii about it later. Normally she wasn't very intrusive and tended to allow her siblings to do as they wished so long as they didn't do anything monumentally stupid. Even if Savarii had been behaving, however, it didn't erase what she'd done. Triticea just wanted to be sure that she wasn't up to anything stupid that would get her into trouble again... For the sake of both sisters involved in this. 

"It did." 

She nodded to affirm that it had helped. "Besides the strange dream, sister, how have you been?" The story of the dream had bee intriguing and all, but she wanted more than just that. "The situation with Melancholia is weeks behind us now. What have you been doing since then?" After all, she expected that Olivia would get bored just raging for a few weeks straight. Besides, she didn't *Look* Like someone who'd been caught in a perpetual fury for weeks now.
Charles
"I built a castle for myself in my realm that's about it..."

She knew it wasn't much to account for but it was something, and something to get her mind off the retched melon. 

"I have been stewing over meloncolia so I guess I could do something else but I don't know what to do I have no inspiration."
April
Triticea nodded approvingly. She had always found that it was easier to cope with her own hardships when she distracted herself with the things that she enjoyed doing. It had worked for her, so she was hopeful that it would produce a similar distraction for Olivia to take her mind off of Melancholia and the whole mess with her. 

A part of her was nagging at her to hunt down the Tearmaiden and punish her for all she'd done, but preservation took precedence over delivering justice. Making sure that her sister was alright was more important right now.

"It's good to have something to do." She affirmed. "Fortunately, the Selfishness' greatest weapons are her words, not her blades. I do not believe you need to fear violent reprisal at the moment. I hope that serves as some consolation." She tried to reassure Olivia.
Charles
O. *Olivia relaxed and she decided to just forget about melancholia.* 

"Well do you want to go to my realm to see my castle? I'm not sure what more we can do here" *She looked around*

"I'll just forget about the tear tearmaiden she's not worth the space in my brain."

*She then created a pyro flower and gave it to Trit* "Here I wanted you to have this, my own gift to you, I want to thank you for helping me deal with my thoughts and sort them out."
April
"I would like that." Triticea agreed. The palace had been beautiful to her. The decorations had been alright, but the detail and passion that had so clearly gone into the design of the place was what really impressed her.

She was always a fan of some good old-fashioned effort, after all.

The flower she accepted with gratitude. She conjured thatch and straw, rapidly weaving them together to make a small woven basket. Delicately, she placed the flower into it. It was a plant that her Valley did not yet have, and she was happy to have something new to domesticate.

"Very well, shall we go?" She tilted her head, wanting to be polite and letting Olivia take the lead.
Charles
```end continues in realm of Etna```