Andy
Dimbis? By Gaia's branches what kind of word was that? Likely an insult. But just as likely, an expression of admiration used to describe the skeleton's superior intellect! Yes, that had to be it. And this 'Shadeje' was merely apologising for stroking The Ascendent's ego too much, hardly something to apologise about at all!

"No, no don't worry about it one bit."

Hm, that comment on misery was somewhat confusing. Possibly something to read into, but it wasn't The Ascendent's role to question why gods made their creations so frustratingly gloomy. Shadeje seemed to dislike his creator, or at the very least the land that Shadeje's creator had made. That was a good sign, disillusionment of other mortals simply meant that the skeletons were crafting a superior society. 

"This place, meaning what exactly? The tree? I wouldn't call it a place of sadness and misery. It is a place of new life, of creation. But, Gaia being the mother of everything, it is also a place of adversity. Friend and foe comes from the tree, this *Place* Is ultimately meaningless- for those of our significance at the very least. What comes from it, is of the utmost importance. These... Other lands that spring from Gaia's bountiful roots. Each one a potential ally or enemy. I have come to look at all of them together. To ponder things that even I do not know. All likely part of Mr Bones' great plan I imagine. On the note of my creator, I don't believe I've met anyone that looked even remotely similar to you. What is the name of your god, Shadeje?"

The Ascendent did hope that it wasn't Majesty. While it would certainly be an interesting coincidence, the possibility was absolutely unwelcome in the skeleton's mind.
Lila
Mistake. "

*A solitary word rings out across the lower branches, the sound of a ripple and swerving energy seems to uproar with a howling gale as a piercing scream beckons forth, mixed with the sounds of slashing and flesh being torn into. A small portal rips itself into reality, tearing through the fabric of the divine air like a creature pulling itself apart, small cuts and judders send rippling aftershocks into the ground, low rumbling vibrations that toll like a bell. The gray and dull opening seems to shimmer with a haze of mystery, yet through the wonder and spectacle. There is a distinct... Wrongness.*

*It only lingers for a second, like a fetid claw. It clings and grapples at the nearby living and or unliving. Even through the portal, the vile taint of the fate god lurches and creeps in like a malignant tumour. Spreading like a plague, it continues to reek and deflower the purity of the air. Before settling as a purple shape of flesh and torn carapace flies though the rift like a cannonball. Crashing into the side of one of the branches with a sickening crunch as bone mixes with wood and leaves squelch into the wounded serpents cuts... Another demigod, definitely detectable in presence. Though fleeting fast... Damaged and dying, like an extinguished flame it clung onto the roots of survival with all her heart. *

*The noise is loud and unsettling, dust is kicked up in the arrival. Only two swirling hypnotic eyes pierce through the obstruction at a glance, slowly... As the dust whittles away and erodes back into the atmosphere, she is revealed in all her form. A delicate and gentle creature, a larger than life snake, cracked scales are mismatched and some angled like daggers into her own body. The wrongness is gone even if this situation doesn't feel correct. Coiling with a slow weave, Vorran wraps herself fragilely around the branch. Dangling and drooping with the little energy she has left, exasperated sighs and gasps crackle and fizzle out as she struggles to speak cognitively and clearly.*

`"P-peace... Ful? L-light?"` *Drawn out slogged words, barely more than a faint whisper into the air. She did not cry for help, she did not scream any further. Simply remained there, hung and quartered by her cruel god. She still speaks with a friendly tone even in what seems like fleeting speech. Trying to join the conversation as though nothing had happened, the demigod was riddled with fear on top of her injuries. This place was a battlefield in her mind, she had been cursed with the memories of the war that took place above. Now she was back here, like a child cowering under the table as the bombs fell... Scared, lonely.*

***Exiled.***

*Just like her father, exiled by a god. How could one be exiled by an exile? Did that cause a return to civilisation and normal life. Whatever the case, Vorran seems to hang loosely from her position before taking a large gulp, coughing up a small amount of black ichor before trying to speak once more.*

`"Friends? Friends. I... I need friends..."`
Kyle
Shadeje stared at the skeleton, trying to read his emotions. Unfortunately, there were no features for him to dissect. While his gaze was on The Ascedent's head, he noticed an obscure amount of silvery, reflective cracks that made a decorative pattern. A careless grin passed over the demigod's face.

"I like the silver in your skull," He complimented. The tannish color of his skin was beginning to brighten as his emotions changed, shifting into something pinker. "Looks real interesting, I'll tell you that."

Shadowed by the branches above, his expression grew a bit grimmer. The more he learnt about this place, the more he realized how absolutely... Horrid his creator's realm was. A burst of maroon burned on his skin. Shadeje's appearance shifted from someone who looked power-hungry to someone who was aggressive. He was angry. The anger stemmed from how inconsiderate his mother was for placing him in an ugly, wet, gloomy land with no one at all to talk to when he could've been in this amazing place! As the emotion of rage overtook him, he furiously decided that she wasn't even his mother. She was just... A person who had happened to have some significance in his life. That was all. There was nothing special between either of them.

"Eh, both foe and friend is better than where I come from. I think I like this tree. I like Gaia. She gives you such a *Chance*, you know? Makes you think, 'what's gonna happen next? Where'll this branch lead and who's growing in this fruit?' That's a good reason to come here, actually. You can just see everything from this part of the tree! If you look up, you see glowing fruits. If you look down, you see the roots. I think you're a smart guy. I don't even really know if I would've found this spot if I hadn't seen you sitting here!"

His thoughts and tongue were moving so fast, he hadn't even noticed the ripple in the air that was beginning to appear.

"Mr Bones... Never heard of him. Guess it makes sense that he's your creator, because you were made of bones!" The obvious revelation made the childish demigod feel smart. "My goddess.. I've never really met her. Have you?"
Without a warning, Shadeje shifted into a woman with straighter hair, white skin, and indigo eye sockets. "She looks like this," They said, now speaking in her voice.
The form felt awkward over them, causing them to turn back into the ruby-skinned male.
"Don't even know her name. Saw her once, but that's it. She's very sad."

Thinking about it, he was unable to even recall her actual domain. His ideas were swiftly shattered by the arrival of... What even was that? A noodle? An animated knife? A snake? He squinted and walked closer to the poor creature, a broken frown crossing his face. "Oh.. Dear.." A melancholy shade of blue rapidly crossed over him as he processed how damaged the serpent was, and his configuration changed once again. Suddenly, Shadeje took the looks of a girl, black-haired and red-horned.
"Hello?" The new Shadeje murmured, her focus completely turned away from the other demigod for a moment. "Are you okay?"
Then, Shadeje turned back to The Ascendent. "Does stuff like this happen.. All the time?"

The tone of her voice had changed. Unlike her last form, she was less energetic and more... Conservative. It was as if she had become a whole different person. However, her alien face and improper manners were just as prominent as before, even if they had been darkened by her newfound mien.