Todd
Wyrd was surprised that the sea god was so receptive to his advice so soon. Young gods were typically so full of their own ideas and convictions that they had little time to listen to their older brother guiding them. The Great Deer hummed to himself for a moment as he considered the best advice to give the young deity. 

"Make your mortals as best as you can. And I don't mean 'make them as strong as you can', though I would not discourage you from doing so," Wyrd said solemnly. "Make them happy, make them self-sufficient, give them as few reasons to suffer as you can. And make sure that they can live in harmony with the world around them. I know many gods are infatuated with the ideas of mortal advancement and invention, but it is not worth it to see them destroy their homes for it."

Ward fell silent then as he stared off of Gaia's branches and into the expanse of their world. It was a great burden to be a creator and many didn't even realize it, content to pawn off any consequences on their mortals. But, ultimately, every action, every emotion, every experience of mortals fell onto the designs of their gods.
Walter
*Yvtarr's smile faded upon hearing his kin's opinion. Actually, he was more disappointed from the piece of advice. He had already knew that his humans needed to be self-sufficient and happy to nurture them into a prosperous society. However, that was only to the benefits of those mortals. It gave no real meaning to Yvtarr, and so he yearned for purpose. A dismissive sigh releasing from the lips of the Sea God. His irises pushed to the far low corner of his lids.*

**__"Yeah, I guess you're right. Though, that seems kind of lonely, and boring too."__**

*Yvtarr said nonchalantly. His eyes still glued to the realms that stretched all the way to far realms and how everything before that were all connected and intertwined by Gaia, mother of all. It was truly a spectacular view that was comparable to none, leaving a genuine smile on all of its spectators.*
Todd
Wyrd couldn't help but sigh at Yvtarr's response. It was a true shame, he thought this one might understand, but no. Another young god born with a mind too mortal to consider the greater picture. 

"I can... Understand how you would think that way." The God of Monsters replied, gingerly picking the most diplomatic way to approach the subject. "But you have countless ways to alleviate your boredom and loneliness. To subject your mortals to pain and cold and fear just to spur them to create, just so it makes things more interesting for you..."

Wyrd trailed off for a moment, turning to look at the God of the Sea. Even if this wasn't his true form, he deigned to take the form of a Solomani - a human - and that spokes volumes about his mindset.

"Please consider that you are a god. You have responsibilities beyond what most mortals could dream of."