Eileen
While Munuth was creating their mortals, they needed inspiration. A way to clear their mind, know what they had to do. They began travel for a while until finally finding The Garden Of Gaia. 

'What was this place' is all they could wonder. Passing through fields of flowers, all different kinds and scents, they took time to appreciate each one, stopping to smell them. Allowing themselves to let go, to relax, they felt every sense they had. Allowed themselves to feel every feeling they could. It was peaceful.

They walked for what felt like days just taking in the serenity of the garden. Munuth knew what they were missing, love. Passion. They fulfill desires, they are the host of desire, yet they have no want of their own.

'Who am I? What is it that I want' they thought. They sat down and began to think, and think, and think. What truly was their purpose. 

They pondered on this thought for a long while, yet couldn't think of anything. 'Why can't I figure out what I'm missing? What is it that makes me... Me?' Munuth began to do something unexpected. They began to cry. Not cry, wail. They became so overwhelmed with emotions, feeling like they are failing already even though they had just began.
Jeremy
The Gardens of Gaia were not a place that Triticea had visited recently, and that was a shame. So busy had she been working in her realm and dealing with the constant drama of her siblings that she hadn't truly had much time to come out to the Garden. Still, she finally had enough calm to be able to send a fragment of herself to the place. When she was newly grown, she reflected, she had often come here for inspiration on how to style her own plants. 

It was odd how a little under twenty years could make her nostalgic. The Famine Author knew she would live for decades, centuries, millennia even. In time, she knew that a mere twenty years would seem like the blink of an eye to her. Now, though, she was nearly twenty five years old. A matter of two decades was nearly all of her lifespan, and it seemed like an eternity ago that she'd sat here among her older siblings, a newborn deity helping to craft the siblings with brothers and sisters who no longer existed. 

The Wheatmother was snapped out of her rumination by an unexpected sound. Was that wailing? Curious, she approached the source of the sound. She knew that most gods loathed to cry in public, so she wondered who would be bold enough to sob out here in the Gardens of Gaia rather than in the privacy of a personal realm or a demiplane. She followed the noise to its source, finding a sibling she was not familiar with. For a moment she wondered if she should leave the other deity to their crying, but ultimately decided to approach.

Triticea Genetrix approached with an unshakeable confidence and took a seat next to this sibling. "What ails you, sibling?" She asked quietly. Her tone was gentle and calm. She didn't want to frighten the younger divinity, and if they did not wish to share then she would not push. She smoothed the divine linen of her chiton, getting comfortable just in case this sibling did feel like talking.
Eileen
At first Munuth was scared of the deity in front of them. They had yet to meet another of their kind. 'Is she friend or foe? Could she be trusted?' Munuth thought for a moment before finally caving in and deciding to trust her. They took a deep breath and began to speak.

'I am the Host of Desire, yet i do not understand my own desires. How can i help my mortals if I don't yet know who i am?' they said, voice breaking and trembling. 'How can i call myself a host of desire when i have no desire of my own?!' their voice was now raising in volume and becoming agitating. 

Munuth grabbed a flower in their hand and crushed it in their hand. As they became more and more upset the flowers around them began to wilt and wither. 'My people hate each other, constantly wishing for another's death or something of a disgusting nature. Some of them even kill in my name! Thinking ill do what they want! I am so lost. What am i supposed to do when i am failing even though i have just begun?'
Jeremy
The Famine Author listened quietly, waiting for Munuth to run themself ragged from their ranting before she finally offered a reply. The length of Munuth's worries gave Triticea the time to really think over what to say in response, so there was no pause or hesitation when it came time for her to speak. 

"You need not understand your desire." Triticea Genetrix said, "Only to ensure that you carry out desire to the fullest extent. Your domain is a duty that you must promote, sibling, not a fundamental truth that you need to understand." 

It was not a problem that she had, but she had two distinct advantages over this sibling. First, judging that she had not seen this other deity before, she knew that they must be young. Triticea, on the other hand, had had twenty five years to mull over the meaning of her domain. It also helped that her domains were more objective. Agriculture, hunger, satiety, those were things easily understood and carried out. Something like desire was far more nebulous.

The Wheatmother could not blame this sibling for not fully understanding the meaning of their domain.

But that was the end of the solidly good advice that she could offer. The problem here was that Triticea was a creature of purpose, and fulfilling the divine purpose given to them by the World Tree was all she truly cared about. That meant that instead of trying to offer advice on how to stop mortals from killing each other or to carry out their desires peacefully, she instead suggested,

"But I do not believe violence is failure." She shook her head. "Desire is passion, emotion." She reached over and plucked the crushed flower from Munuth's hand. She willed her palm to slice open, divine ichor dripping from the wound onto the flower and rejuvenating it. 

"Violence is not anathema to desire. They fight, they kill, and they show devotion to your desire. If anything, it seems to me that the hatred and war between your mortals is not failure, but rather a sign of your success."
Eileen
Munuth listened with great interest. Their crying slowed and they simply.. Listened. Listened to every word that this deity was saying. As the flower was plucked from their hands, feeling it be completely mended, she began to smile. Perhaps there was some merit to this idea. 

'Desire is a strong thing. Perhaps instead of wanting to control my peoples desires, I should control myself. Allow my mortals to be themselves yet control what desires I fulfill.' They pondered that idea for a moment before speaking again.

'If they desire so strongly, even if these are dark desires, then you might just be right. Maybe this is something to not be seen as a curse, but just be seen. Accepted.'

Munuth stood up and walked up to the flowers that she had caused to wither, focusing on mending and repairing them. 'Just as a flower, even those that don't look quite right can be mended. Can be beautiful. Thank you for this.'
Jeremy
"It is up to your interpretation how you fulfil the duty of desires that Mother Gaia has given you." She affirmed. "Whether you choose to grant every desire or none at all and force your people to claw for a goal they will never reach... So long as you continue to act in pursuit of promoting desire, then you have succeeded in your duties."

In the end, how her siblings went about things didn't matter all too much to her so long as they did their jobs. It was what had allowed Sinrael to slip off the hook after that troublesome sister had first landed in hot water for her part in the Mortality Ritual so long ago. 

So long as the gods continued to carry out the divine mission given to them by Gaia without attacking the World Tree, Triticea was largely content to leave them to their own devices. Unfortunately, it seemed like most of her siblings seemed to find even this simple task difficult. At least this sibling next to her now seemed able and willing to fulfil her duty.

"There is no need to thank me." She shook her head. "I was only doing what is expected of a goddess. We must strive to not only promote our own divine domains given to us by the World Tree, but also help others to fulfil their duties where they have doubts."

Her voice was calm yet firm and determined. There was no hesitation or pause in her voice as she stated this as fact, because in her eyes it was fact. Duty to Gaia was their ultimate goal, and anything that was done to reach that end was what she considered to be right. A god's duties extended beyond their own domain, as it was also their job to lift up the siblings that were doubtful and worried back into their proper duties.
Eileen
Munuth sat there for a moment, hanging on every word the older deity said. Considering the meaning within their mind and heart. 'I think I understand now. I have created my mortals to Desire and yet I have snuffed it if it does not meet my standards. I am born with a purpose and no matter what i should fulfill that purpose. As we have spoken I had created mortals and.. I became so enraged by one of their actions I killed one of them with my bare hands..'

They stopped for a moment. Taking in each and every smell of the flowers around them. Everything has life within them. Though these flowers have no choice or free will, they still survive. Even when they die, they can come back just as beautiful as before. Then the Host began to smile, even chuckled ever so slightly. 

'Its so interesting. Even when I question everything around me and the decisions I have made, when all I need to do is become who I need to be. Even if i make mistakes, even if my existence is some sort of cruel joke, it does not matter'

Munuth may not know who they are just yet for they are young, but they must try. It is their duty. Their mortals deserve a Host who can care and nurture them. They admired the Goddess, though just meeting them they have realized that they do have a purpose. This guidance meant the world to Munuth.

They waited a long while in silence them spot again. 'I have a purpose, even if I don't yet know how to go about it, I will do my best to learn. Not for myself but for those around me.' With these last words Munuth laid down, taking in everything that surrounded them. They felt calm. Safe. Secure.
Jeremy
"There's nothing wrong with smiting a few mortals. You can always replace them." Triticea Pueri shrugged. 

"Our best is all you need to give. Our mother gifted us with phenomenal power, sibling. Do not be afraid to use it." 

She reached over behind her to a small bonsai tree, tapping at each of its branches.

"We all have different duties. Agriculture, eternity, desire, lust... What that duty is rarely matters. Just continue to promote and pursue the domain granted to you by our mother, and all will be well."

A cruel joke, hm? She did not understand Munuth, but she did not feel that she needed to. So long as that motivation continued to push her sibling towards the spread and propogation of desire, then such philosophies and understandings were ultimately meaningless.

The result was all that mattered in the end, not the methods that were taken to achieve it. That is, unless the methods involved outright attacking Gaia, because a whole lot of their siblings had taken it upon them to do that in recent times.

Actually... Was it recent anymore? The Mortality Ritual had taken place... Gaia, twelve years ago. It felt like just yesterday that she'd been surrounded by enemies, traitors and bystanders alike.

Perhaps she, too, was getting old.

Regardless of her feelings, she placed a hand on her sibling's shoulder. "The World Tree would not have crafted you if you were not suitable for the job. Gaia may make mistakes with her choice of gods sometimes, but with dedication like yours, I doubt you are among them."

She tried not to sound too bitter about it. So many of her siblings had turned tail against the one that had granted them power, and so many more still simply sat and watched by the sidelines as their darker siblings committed atrocities against the World Tree.

But Munuth did not need to hear that right now. What this sibling needed was encouragement, not to be reminded of the flaws rampant in the children of the World Tree.