Joseph
"I believe our purpose for being here is to create civilisations. If you are simply creating a land for the purpose of it existing, that goes against the entire reason of our creation."

Mr Bones was attempting to punctuate his points with his arms, though he was a bit worried that it simply wouldn't have any effect on Triticea on account of her nonstandard shape.

"And besides, you could always create the whet to be able to feed 40 people. I understand that your entire thing is agriculture and such but it feels inefficient I suppose. I doubt either of us are going to change each other's opinions so it's probably best to just drop the topic. You mentioned that you created a realm? What's it like?"
Lee
She frowned, tilting her head. Of course, she well understood what his arm gestures meant, given that she had a human form of her own that she'd been using to speak to him earlier, but just because she could understand didn't mean that she agreed. "I mean, I do help with civilisation. My harvests are the building block for any civilisation that needs food." Of course, when she spoke of herself, she referred more to the concept of agriculture and the harvest than she did of Triticea. The line between the concept of agriculture and her identity as a goddess were a little blurry for her, but it was she that allowed plants to sprout and grow under the care of humans. The nature gods might have control over the kind of berries that humans might forage for, but she was the one with the final say over whether cultivated plants were allowed to grow.

She opened her mouth to argue further, but at the very least the other deity seemed wise enough to realise that neither of them was going to get anywhere with this argument, choosing to drop the topic. For the sake of their so far amicable relationship, she saw fit to let the clearly controversial topic drop for now, instead considering what else he'd said. "To be honest..." She looked a little embarrassed. "I'm not too sure. I was in a bit of a daze, from the moment I awoke to the time I arrived here." Perhaps one might even call it grogginess, after sleeping for months, but she had almost been in a trance, acting purely on instinct until she decided to search out for other gods.

"I remember a bit, though. It's filled with lots of fields, each filled with crops cultivated by my little spirits." She nodded and held up a hand, one of the little divine grasshoppers jumping onto her outstretched palm and considering the walking skeleton. "It's not really a place for mortals, or even any intelligent life yet. I've been considering making a guardian, but for now it's just my spirits and me." She explained. "What about you?"
Joseph
Mr Bones nodded. He could relate to what Triticea went through, also having created a realm almost subconsciously. 

"It should be tied to at a base level. Look for it, truly search for it and you will find it. Your land is as much a part of you as a limb. Or in your case a... Stalk of wheat. As for me, my realm lies to the west."

Mr Bones idly pointed at a nook in the hall, the closest place to his desert that was readily apparent. 

"It is a pure white desert, adorned with rivers and mountains. My children, the skeletons, live there. Some have already died, some simply showed up. All are welcome. And I too remember my first creation being interesting. A fragment of myself was idly tossed into the void and decided to create a land. I'm not annoying personally, that fragment still lives inside me somewhere, but it was confusing in the moment."

"...Hm..."

"How long have you existed then, if you were able to be in a sort of instinctual state for a while? In my experience, the fruit bearing gods tends to appear relatively quickly and the gods are often ready to go from the beginning. You're a unique case though, I wonder why."
Lee
"I know *Where* It is..." She grumbled, a little offended at the suggestion that she might be dull enough not to know where she'd created her own realm. "It's in the East." She nodded in the direction of her Valley, knowing exactly where it was even from her current position in the Hall of the Gods. It was an odd feeling, knowing where her land was without ever taking the time to memorise it, but it was an instinctual kind of knowledge that settled in her mind, clear as the moment she had been born to her. Speaking of land, though, she followed his gaze to the nook, trying to create an image of the desert in her mind. It was a little difficult when she'd never seen a desert before, but she did her best to conjure up a mental image of the god of the dead's realm regardless.

"How long..." She hummed. "I don't know." Without a world there was no sun, and hence no true concept of days. She had pretty much no concept of time, "But I do know it's not that long." How did she even know that, she wondered, when she'd never even had a point of reference? The goddess decided not to dwell on it for the moment. "I've been growing for a long time, since I first sprouted on the World Tree's upper branches." She explained, "But I've only been me since I awakened and ripped myself from the bark. Does that make me as old as the wheat, or as the moment of my true birth?" She wondered.

Because the stalk of wheat that had spent months growing on the World Tree was still her, merely without the consciousness. She wondered what it meant, that she had grown out as a stalk of wheat rather than a fruit like most other gods. Well, she supposed it made sense, given that grain was her holy plant, as well as being pretty representative of her portfolio as the goddess of agriculture. She decided to chalk it up to the significance of those plants to her influencing the form she took when she speared through the wood of the World Tree and began to reach for the heavens.