Anna
"Aphot," Came the smooth reply. "God of Knowledge. A pleasure to meet you. Enjoying a bout of solitude amid the Earthmother's bounty?" His multitudinous gaze swept across the broad expanse of glossy greenery and supernal flora, not for the first time basking in the sheer immensity of it. Would that soothing, refreshing exhilaration ever cease?

"The others seem greatly occupied with their ritual. I take it you have other interests?" An understandable sentiment. It was good to see that not all of his brethren were on some simultaneous wavelength.
Christa
God of knowledge, not fully what Mr Bones was expecting given the somewhat uncanny appearance but it wasn't too far off either. The skeleton leaned his head to the side slightly, thinking for a bit. He hadn't heard of any ritual. To his knowledge the only ritual-esque thing that had happened so far was Mr Bones' deal with Wyrd. "It is a pleasure Aphot. I am merely here to explore the tree, I haven't quite had the time to look over all of it. I've been rather busy I suppose. I'm afraid I don't know about the ritual you are referring to. Could you tell me about it?"
Anna
"It is quite magnificent, isn't it?" Aphot intended to do much exploring in his own expeditions, but all things would happen in their own time. He was mildly surprised by the bone god's question- perhaps the gods did not naturally keep each other in the loop? He supposed with what he's witnessed so far, it made sense.

"A goddess called Vivienne has requested many presences to aid her in her wish to give dreams to the entirety of the mortal populace." A dubious project at best, in his personal opinion, but he seemed the only one to think so. "Particularly prophetic ones. She foretells of a cryptic future doom that threatens us and our creations and believes this cause to grant them insights to their futures."

He glanced back to where he'd came from, where he could sense the congregation still mingled. "They plan to migrate to her realm and sleep to tear down veils between realities- from what I gather from her speech, anyway. I have not yet decided if I wish to join them or not."
Joan
"Well, let's see, are you.. Right there?" *Dezód pointed a bit up, towards a forest not far from the rocks he had mentioned. He didn't know if he was right, but if he was.. That was cool! They were neighbors, more or less! That'd make it so much easier to make something for both of them. Already, he was thinking of something for their land. Maybe it could be somewhat like mushrooms, but able to bury in the sand? The possibility is interesting!*
"Oh, we can totally do both! That'd be so neat! All we need is to- yeah, that!" *He seemed a little giddy, and also a little drunk. Not enough to be stupid, just enough to be.. More excitable than usual, if that was even possible.*
"Love to, excellent idea. We can figure something out. Like.. Bugs! Bugs that can hide in sand."
Donna
"Oh, yes!" She smiled excitedly. "I'm right there." It looked like they *Were* Neighbors! Lulu could visit him, or their species could visit. Sporelings befriending Zandoli sounded amazing. She didn't seem to mind his giddy attitude and almost matched it in terms of excitement and happiness. Her own mind came up with various ideas. A creature that could withstand humidy and heat. Maybe something that could burrow and hide in tunnels because of intense desert heat. Or something that could run freely around! Maybe short furred or little to no fur. 

"Bugs? I haven't made bugs yet," She hummed. "I was thinking maybe something that could hide in the sand but actually like, make tunnels? So it'd just be under the sand in the ground with the Zandoli kind of unaware on the surface? Because I was imagining that'd the only way you could tell would be a single hole and everything else is underground," Lulu hummed. "Maybe they could be bugs, too!"
Christa
Mr Bones idly tapped his fingers against his ribs. So there were gods planning on working together to such an extent that the entire tree would be affected. How interesting. While tearing down the veil between realities did sound like something that the skeleton god would want to observe, it was ultimately meaningless to him. The skeletons of the desert did not need to sleep, Mr Bones wasn't even sure if the skeletons *Could* Sleep. While watching the effects of the magic washing over his land and seep into his sentients would be interesting, Mr Bones was somewhat uncomfortable with allowing unknown gods access to the minds of his skeletons.

 "For this... *Dreaming ritual*. Do you know if they truly intend to make all sentients have these dreams? Can the participating gods affect them? Hypothetically, could one ward against this ritual? While I'm certain the goals of the gods are benign, I'd rather not allow unknown influence into my realm. It seems pragmatic. Do you know what kind of doom?"

 Mr Bones was familiar with many an apocalyptic doom. In his dealings with the dead he had heard tales about natural disasters, great beasts and entire countries seemingly just keeling over and dying. But he wasn't sure how any of them would make it here, or be enough of a threat that multiple gods needed to work so close together.
Joan
"Oh, sick! They don't even have to walk that far to see each other!" *The Zandoli admittedly might try and fight the Sporelings out of boredom, but, as their wisest mortals would say, it is what it is. Just a greeting, of sorts. Slightly more painful, but a greeting nonetheless. Anyway, the bugs seemed like a more than interesting idea, to him at least. An underground creature.. Yes, he hadn't considered that yet. That would be an excellent addition, albeit a potentially dangerous one. It's cool, though, he likes it!*
"Yes, yes, they could be. I had a different plan, one that would suit both of us rather well. Perhaps mushrooms on its back, but the sandy color of the rocks. One that would blend in well, stroking foes down with a poisoned tail. Well, certain types of poison, psilocybin specifically - but that's irrelevant, it could kill prey and nothing more. Of course, we could probably discuss this in your realm, cause I'm tempted to start messing with those people." *'Those people' he refers to with a nod in their general direction, those being fellow gods Aphot and Mr. Bones, having whatever conversation they were having by themselves. He was tempted to steal the boney ones skull, just to see what would happen, but that serves as his main motivation for leaving.*
Donna
Lulu might be slightly horrified at the display of violence with fighting the Sporelings - they wouldn't be able to protect themselves that much, seeing as they weren't that incredibly durable. Maybe ask Dezód for help to get his Zandoli's to stop. She'd just have to learn the meaning of it is what it is. But, fighting not that very friendly. Her eyes lit up at his mention of different plan, sparking with more interest. "Oh, cool!! I have something similar with poison with my like, Fluffer things, but they're for self-defense. I've never heard of psilocybin though," She hummed a little at the end, sounding a bit confused. "What are the effects of psi- psylo? Psilocybin?" Lulu hesitated as she struggled to say the word again, and frowned a little before looking over at 'those people.' She smiled instantly as she recognized the skeleton and turned back at Dezód. "Hes my friend! Mr Bones. It's his name. I've never seen the other one." Luella had a to-do list, and on it was mainly gifting her skelly friend a bracelet. Friendship bracelet, to be precise. 

"But, sure, I'd love to show you my realm." Lulu hummed, eager to return to showcase her place. Hopefully he'd find it neat. "Maybe we could hang out at the border of our two realms if they touch?" The friendship deity offered, looking back towards the east. Excitement buzzed in her head, eager to set off. Maybe when she gets back and they have their little discussion, she could also make a list of all her friends. As well as who needs a bracelet and who already has one.
Joan
*I mean, they'll probably stop once one of them starts crying? Can they even cry? I don't think lizards have tear ducts so obviously the Zandoli can't cry, they just stop when asked, so it'll probably just be a weird first encounter that probably will not end in war. You never know, though. Also, how easily does a mushroom bruise? I feel like they'd be somewhat durable if they have mushroom strength. That's just me though.*
"Okay, so. Have you ever wanted to experience the world, but more so? Then you should try it. Not too much though, too much can lead to.. Interesting side effects. Namely you start thinking fantasy is reality, which leads to all sorts of situations you'd be able to imagine. How did I know that?" *Truly, a god of indulgence. Even his subconscious memories are ones of drug effects.*
"Mr. Bones, huh.. Yeah, that makes sense." *Again, being racist to skeletons. Maybe he doesn't like them because there's so little of them. He nods at the skeleton, even if they can't quite see him. Looks like he'd have to meet both of them.. Later, later. He's got work to do right now.*
"Sure, sounds good. I'll, uh, see you there. I wanna test something out!" *He starts stretching his wings as he finishes up his sentence, making it very clear what he wants to test out. Going towards the nearest edge, he looks down, trying to make a few quick, mildly intoxicated calculations. He could probably glide that, but where's the fun in that? He's gonna at least try to fly somewhat. He turns around, outstretching his wings, his back to the empty air behind him.. He salutes to Luella, before dropping off backwards, starting to glide to the borderlands between his and her realms. Any ideas he had were on pause - for now, he just wanted to enjoying the power of flight.*
Anna
"Yes, that appears to be their goal. It has been implied that those who aid her will have considerable influence over this dream-plane." Aphot's eyes narrowed at the distance, shadowed in thought. "It seems the plane will have reach in all of our realms whether its existence is desired or not. Whether it can be selectively avoided or negated, it is not yet affirmed."

Upon inquiry of the doom Vivienne spoke of, he shook his head. "The goddess who foretold it only said that upon her awakening, she saw a great power of unimaginable hatred and rot that will menace us all. She did not elaborate further. She believes this... Threat can be guarded against by providing mortals with prophetic insight in their slumber." A sliver of distaste entered his tone, hinting at his disagreement. "She and some others seem... Very *Attached* To their creations."

Not that Aphot didn't care for his own. He thought his were many things- endearing, fascinating, amusing- but worthy of granting considerable powers? That remained to be seen. "I possess a gift similar to hers, yet I have not seen what she speaks of. I can only assume that means either Gaia has not seen fit to allow me insight, or Vivienne has constructed a convenient lie. Whatever the case, she seems to have most of the others convinced."

He glanced back at Mr Bones, now curious as to his opinion on the matter. The bone god seemed about as warm to the idea as he was, but perhaps there were other musings to be spoken of. "I questioned her on the basis of this plan, but only received vague platitudes about 'trusting in our mortals' as an answer. Her only promise so far has been that it will not interfere with the inevitability of death itself." The equivalent of saying that the pebble will not stop the river. "I didn't feel bothered enough to further debate the matter, but I imagine it will be quite a sight to witness."
Christa
That was annoying. What the gods were doing posed a minor, but very annoying, threat to the sovereignty of Mr Bones' land. Ensuring that things would still die was fine, Mr Bones doubted that any number of gods would be able to truly remove death from this land anyway. Perhaps he would need to talk to this 'Vivienne', see if an arrangement could be put in place. "That's all very interesting, thank you. Do you have creations of your own? While I understand that it may seem a bit strange to actively go out of your way to protect your sentients, there is a certain level of satisfaction that one can gain by leading a civilisation. You may not yet understand, but I assure you that you will. Eventually."