Elizabeth
*Ica, having heard Silly's announcement, knew it would be good for his Glacias if some were to travel around. They could meet more people, discover other cultures- he didn't see any downsides. So, he had gone to Viernas, and asked around for any willing participants.*

*He had found five, and so he took them to the roots of the World Tree. Of course, Silly hadn't mentioned a place to meet, but the Hall of the Gods was inaccessible to mortals. Ica and his five mortals appeared there, having teleported all the way from the Arctic.*

*The five Glacias- and Ica himself- took in the strange scene before them. Those creatures were strange, seemingly a mixture of multiple regular animals. Now that Ica thought about it, he shouldn't be too surprised; the goddess' name was Silly, what should he expect but a whole lot of weirdness?*

*One of the Glacias- a woman, in her late thirties- stepped forward first, introducing herself to the strange beings that sat there.* "Hello, my name is Tseda. We're here to join the carnival, is this the right place?" *She asked.*

*The other four nervously shuffled behind her.* "Oh, if I'd known this, I would've stayed home," *Corin mumbled, only audible to his Glacias companions. He looked the most nervous out of them all, his hands constantly fidgeting.*

*Ica, meanwhile, simply sighed.* **"No need to worry,"** *He said.* **"Had there been any sort of danger to you all, I would not have brought you here."**

*He turned to Silly, and told her:* **"These five will join your carnival. I expect them to remain alive and unharmed under your care."**
Brian
Hemlock stared up at the World Tree, breathless with awe. It was just as magnificent and grand as promised, stunning beyond his comprehension. His heart sang with the joy resonating in it.

His emerald-hued gaze then trailed to the mass already gathered, and his nerves nearly went haywire. This was it! His dream of being the first of Aphot's children to experience the world beyond the Mists! To see the things that Aphot had spoken of when He first whispered in his ear!

And how his god had so graciously granted his wish- *He* Would be the first to represent Him and His Sagacity to the world; not the others, not even King Anathema himself. Today was a truly triumphant day for Hemlock indeed.

An opposable thumb brushed over the exquisite ring resting on one of his four fingers. *I will not disappoint, my Lord.*

"Heeeeeemlooooock!"

*...However, I cannot speak for all of us.*

Holding back a growl of annoyance, the nymph snapped out of his reverie and turned to critically eye over his compatriots: ten other faevhön and a single chanöátl, all who varied wildly in appearance. They were all dressed as if they'd already been partying for eons, and looked seconds away from running all over the World Tree amok. If it weren't for the authority Hemlock's Vespertine Rose gave him, they undoubtedly would be.

"*Heeeeemmmyyyy*, can we please, *Please*, play with the others now?" The whine came from one masked faevhön who was recklessly tossing around her violin. "I'm getting bored!"

A chorus of general agreement and other whines joined in until Hemlock raised both of his hands and shouted,"*Cease!* I must speak with the appropriate authority first. You will all *Stay put* And do *Nothing* Until instructed otherwise, understood?"

There was moaning and groaning, but no open objections. Deeming them suitably scolded, Hemlock returned his attention to his task: seeking out the one they called Silly.

A moment of observance, and the power of authority in the present environment seemed to mostly gravitate around two beings in particular.

He took a deep breath. He had never approached a god before- wait, how did one even identify a god? Was there a protocol? Some sort of special etiquette? Surely, Aphot would have told him if so. Were the other gods like his own? Different? What if-

*"You're overthinking it, my darling little seedling. Relax, and present."*

Hemlock's heart soared again as the words trickled in his ears with a light-hearted tease. Was Aphot here with him, in spirit? It brought him comfort to know his god was here with him, even if he could not yet be allowed to witness his god in full glory.

Trying to conceal his trepidation behind a facade of cool professionalism, he approached Ica and Silly with his head bowed low to show every ounce of reverence possible. He would wait for them to notice him, not daring to interrupt them.
Shawn
Silly, however, didn't notice him. She was too busy engaging in super important godly business. Like talking to Ica, introducing herself to some of the Glacias, and ensuring the cool god that any mortals in the carnival would be under her protection! She was super good at protecting things. This one time, she protected someone so hard that he was safe enough to make the world's first ever muffin! Well... It was more of a cake but...

A tap-tap was prodded upon Hemlock's shoulder, and the jingling of bells could be heard behind him. "Hihi, it's me, Silly! Oh-oh! Are you going to join the circus? The carnival? The merry band of travelling clowns and storytellers and traders and dancers and performers and- oh! Wait, I should stop talking. I forget that sometimes. I need to listen. Yeah! Anywaaayyyy- The group will be off in a while! Everyone's camping out here while they wait for alllll the others to arrive! Then we'll have a big par-tay!"

She tapped her chin, then bounced up and down, before honking her nose. "Any questions? Oh, if you need to think of a question I'm good at asking them so just let me know and then I can give you question ideas and you can ask me!"

Meanwhile, the main Silly, along with multiple other small fragments of her, continued to mingle, popping up here and there, and greeting any new arrivals. She had called it her carnival originally, but really: it was the world's carnival! Something for everyone! And she made sure everyone knew that fact.

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Anyone who wants to have someone join the carnival, but doesn't want to actively roleplay, can still throw down an introductory post for your characters here. There's no time pressure.
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Ramiro
Yvette had been curious. Really, that was all it was. Curiosity. Though, what was wrong with that? Most things were done from a place of curiosity. Sporelings saw trees with sap leaking, and naturally were confused. Which led to them tapping, and gathering whatever came from the trees. But now, she just had to get there. Crossing the desert was a no-go, seeing as how dry it really was. Instead, Yvette came up with another idea. She knew someone who had one of those birds as a pet - Rain was its name, Yvette was sure. So, approaching it, she requested to be flown over. At the avians agreement, Yvette felt relieved and mounted it and the two set off after she gave the bird where to go. 

As the two flew, Yvette let herself just relax against the feathered bird and closed her eyes as a way to relax. The breeze felt nice as she and the avian flew. A sense of calm wrapped her up and she let any worries slip from her mind, instead letting her mind focus on anything but. 

A new shift in the air, and Yvette popped her eyes open and sat up, stretching a little. Roots. And other people! Good, she was in the right place. Gliding down, Yvette held onto Rain and once the avian had landed she slid off. "Thanks," Yvette hummed, patting the Orus on the head before they departed. She waited for a minute, watching the bird fly back towards the jungle, before turning back around. Yvette could see all sorts of people - she could feel a sense of being alone but didn't let it worry her. Just because they were all different didn't mean they couldn't be friendly, right? Right. Yvette silently wondered to herself who she had to talk to on the topic of joining.

At a pop-up of a Silly, Yvette took a step back in surprise before just talking with the God. It was almost strange how she, a mortal, was talking to a high-up deity. As far as Yvette knew, no one she knew had met their creator. Well, no worries. Yvette was a part of the world's carnival! It'd be fun. She'd enjoy it, really. After the interaction with a fragment of Silly, Yvette looked around. Out of curiosity, really. *Wonder if there's someone to talk to...* She quietly thought to herself.
Brian
Hemlock nearly jumped out of his skin, just barely able to save face by donning the least nervous smile he could muster once he turned around. He opened his mouth to respond, but his jaw was left agape and useless as the goddess rambled at speeds he previously had not thought possible.

"I- well- you see-" As he suddenly struggled to remember how to talk, the merry band a mere few meters away were growing more excited by the second, the sheer joy in the air infectious. Well, he supposed he could either tie knots in his mind trying to comprehend... Silly, or join his peers in festivities... Yes, the latter option sounded like a good idea.

After a hurried bow and jumbled mumble of reverence, Hemlock tried to not make it look too much like he was escaping as he waved his hand for the rest of the fey to join the gathering.