Sonia
The Upper Branches had always been a comforting place for Triticea to be when she had a lot on her mind, so it was no surprise to anyone that knew her~~, which was just her mortals,~~ that she'd come here after everything that had gone down. It was a rare occurrence that she be spotted outside her realm, but she'd needed the feeling of her mother's wood beneath her hands to destress. The winds howling atop the highest branches of the World Tree were cold enough to freeze any mortal solid, but to one of Gaia's children it was pleasantly chilly. For the first time in a few weeks, she was at last able to sink into her thoughts, a small swarm of Granum fluttering around and keeping watch for any trouble.

Left alone with her thoughts, she could not help but wonder what had gone wrong with her siblings. Wyrd and Soldr had showed the sense of duty expected of them as Gaia's children, but the others had shown themselves to be neglectful of their duties at best, and outright opposed to their Creator at worst. She wondered if she would be the same, had she not so intrinsically understood the process of propagation. As a goddess of the harvest, she knew better than anyone how much effort went into growing a crop into adulthood, and how hard the Tree worked to create them.

She felt her nails dig into the bark of the branch as anger bubbled in her chest. For so many of her siblings to turn their backs on the very mother that had worked so hard to create them... How could anyone do something so detestable without an ounce of remorse on their face? Triticea wanted to do something. She wanted to set her siblings straight and purge the ones who refused to behave. Sinrael, Sanskrit, and Melancholia... She would not forget them. She would not allow their wrongdoings to be forgotten.

She remembered a secret that someone had whispered to her a long time ago, an extreme measure that would stop the perpetrators from recommitting. She wondered if maybe...

**She should use it. **
Lynn
As Triticea rested here, fluctuation between her own emotions, an eye was watching her. Through a black reflective mirror a figure peered unseen, though eventually the mirror rippled like water and a hand extended out from drenched and dripping with a black tar that poured downwards. Her pale skin soon revealed with her true forms appearance. Clothing and a hood that seemed to constantly billow made of smoke and her face mostly hidden. The mirror vanished and she waved to Triticea though she was behind her. The Goddess of Fear and Discord spoke with a genuine tone of patience and suspense. 

"Sister Triticea... Now I know we may not be on the best of terms, but I beg of you for a moment... Hear me out. Allow me to confess to you my reasoning, as invalid as you may find it to be. I promise you... Once I have spoken my piece your... Worry and fear that I am against Mother Gaia shall go from your body and divine soul." 

Sinrael bore no weapons on her but her body itself and her power. She was already in one fight at the moment and knew should a second one occur it would be a busy and dangerous day. She also knew in her mind that Triticea was far more deadly a combatant than little Pyralith. 

"I do not come bearing my gifts of discord strife nor fear to bear upon you today. I come offering truth for I know your justice seeking heart cries out for truth and understanding..."
Sonia
She was aware of her sister before she opened her eyes. The Granum acted as her eyes and ears, living drones for her to use. The Wheatmother remained motionless save for her mouth as she began to speak with a far less patient tone than Sinrael was using. "It is only because I know that you would not approach me without some way to escape that I am not killing you." Her voice was silent, but each word seemed to drip with venom. "I would advise that you finish this conversation before I use this fragment of you to find your main body." It was not an ability that she had ever used, nor was it anything that she had ever tried, but this traitorous sister of hers did not need to know that. 

She fell silent, giving her sister time to explain herself. However, that did not mean that she had much patience for this, as evidenced by her tapping on the branch. It was pretty clear from her hostile demeanour that she was not inclined to believe anything that Sinrael said, even if she happened to tell the truth. From the twitch of her fingers, she didn't do a good job of hiding how eager she was to destroy Sinrael. It was only because this fragment of the darker deity was so small that she did not instantly act to send this shard of Sinrael back to the main body.

Around them, plants were beginning to sprout out of the ground. Various crops were rapidly growing all along the branch, sensing the goddess' anger and responding to try and reach her. At the very least, they didn't seem to be harmful to Sinrael yet, though if this conversation went badly, that would probably change quite quickly. The silence that hung in the air in the brief interval between Triticea closing her mouth and Sinrael opening hers seemed to stretch out for an infinity as the tension mounted.
Lynn
Sinrael floated through the space, her lower half trailing behind her like smoke following her figure. The wicked goddess gave a scoff and a gesture outwards. "I have no easy plans of escape... I will not need to. And if you want my primary form... It always rests in my Phobatorium. Always." She then ceased her gesturing and pointed to Gaia herself. 

"My first of three defenses and points is simple and plain. I was only doing my duty..." At first her phrasing seemed odd, almost perplexing until she proceeded further. 

"I was born as Goddess of Discord, Strife and Fear. This domain is my Gaia given duty and birthright. Gaia knows and you certainly know, for you are not stupid, that I did not expect such an impactful ritual to work with so few gods. I barely expected it to work at all... Buuuut... The amount of discord, strife, fear, paranoia, distrusts, and fucking conflict we created?!?! Fucking fantastic!" 

She conjured an illusionary map of all the realms and Gaias branches, swirling some storms and causing illusory chaos. "Gaia is not good or evil. She is simply right... Much like the Gods she birthed. I may be a God of a darker nature and Gaia given domain... But I do as I was designed to do by our Mother. Do you not see the evidence?" 

She then shifted it to create an illusion of black smoke resembling Wyrd and his actions during the ritual. "Do you not see that I, of all the true participants, retained my immortality? And yes... It was Wyrd who interrupted but do you not think perhaps... It was Gaia who observed me doing my divine duty and decided to cause Wyrds little intervention to 'accidentally' save my immortality? Perhaps it was her will acting through him for i assure you... Saving me was not his intention." She gave a wild chuckle and then conjured smoke illusions of her fellow villains. Melancholia, Edon, Savarii, Sanskrit and Thana. She hovered over to Melancholia first and gestured. 

"Poor Melancholia, obsessed with Edon simply because she is ->

-obsessed with the idea of loving and being loved truly. I will not cry and whine like she did. I will admit my acts were... Heinous to say the least but not once did I act outside of Gaias will." She then moved on to Edons illusion figure. 

"Fragile Edon, he too knew the ritual would not work. Yes he was angry but he was no fool... He simply wished for death. So he obtained it." She floated over to Sanskrit and Thana. 

"These two... Both were only there because they are young and we're convinced by far more cunning gods to be there... Or perhaps they were born there unwillingly." Finally she floated over to Savarii. 

"My secondary point: Poor, selfish Savarii. She did not seek love or death or divine duty. She sought to scheme and plot and plan... She hungered for power like everything else she craves... That is the difference between she and I." She pushed away most of the illusions and left Savarii there to compare too. 

"Unlike Savarii... You will never see me act out on my own grand schemes or plans of selfish villainy. No, I do not create problems or plans of my own truly... I simply fan the flames, i simply play with the strings that were given to me. I give a nudge or a shove when it is needed. I do not birth evil ideas, I simply do as I was born to do." Finally after dissipating the illusions all together she floated close to Triticea and spread her arms out. 

"I am like you in one way, sister. You sew and reap harvest, I sew and reap my own harvest. As is my birthright and duty given by Gaia. Mustnt Discord occur to learn from and adapt? Should strife not exist across all realms and thus devoid mortals and gods alike of free will? Should fear be null and void, so that none know safety, security and sanity?" She looked directly at Triticea. No fear in her own eyes, no worry or caution. 

"I may be a wicked, foul being... I may loooooove the taste of fear and insecurity or the sight of infighting and drama... But above all else ->>

->I am a hard fucking worker. I do my Gaia given job consistently, constantly and masterfully! What I have given up to do this... Duty, is inconsequential for I do love my work."
Sonia
Sinrael was not the first of the traitor god to try and get her to see them as right. Savarii and Melancholia had both tried and failed to sway her. Of all of the attempts that she'd been offered to change her mind, this one was no doubt the best. Unlike the others who had appealed to worthless emotions, Sinrael's argument actually targetted what Triticea did care about. Even the seemingly unshakeable Wheatmother could not deny the points that the goddess of discord was making. Discord *Was* Her domain. Causing trouble *Was* The purpose that Gaia had created her to carry out, and she had been the only one who had contributed her magic to the ritual to not be rendered mortal.

Unlike Savarii, Sinrael was actually taking some responsibility for her actions. Triticea could appreciate that. Unlike Melancholia, Sinrael did not whine about fickle emotions that the Wheatmother did not care about. She also appreciated that. There was a long silence that seemed to stretch out for infinitum as the goddess of the harvest mulled over her sister's words. The light buzz of the Granum swarm flying in circles around her seemed to only add to the long moment where Triticea considered the argument that her discordant sister had made. She drummed her fingers against her biceps, before finally, she spoke.

"Well put, Sinrael." Her voice was still tense, but a touch less hostile than before. "I will admit, I did not expect you to make such a compelling argument. I do see your point." A moment of silence, to allow the younger goddess to absorb that.

"However."

Triticea didn't turn, but the air seemed to grow heavier. "This does not absolve you completely of suspicion." She threaded her fingers together. "But I suppose it is enough for you to not be outcasted the way I intend to to Melancholia and Sanskrit." At long last, she turned back with an expression of supreme unamusement. "But I will continue to keep an eye on you at events. You are not to die, but not to be trusted either."
Lynn
The discordian goddess gave a smile and a simple bow to Triticea. Her throat let loose another cackle and she spoke again, waving her hand to cause her mirror to shimmer for a moment. 

"I did not and do not aim to be trusted, I aimed to reach an understanding... And we have. I will admit sister, to trust me would be stupid... And you are not stupid." 

Sinrael began to step into her mirror, only allowing her torso and up to still be exposed and visible. "Remember this Harvest Sister. I sew discord as you sew seeds... All I do is in the name of my domain." 

And with that she went through the rest of the mirror into her demiplane before the mirror shattered and its pieces fell into the void below.