Lee
With her Valley of Abundance complete at last, at least for the time being, Triticea considered what to do for the first time in her life. When she had ripened, and again when she had teleported down the World Tree and created her own realm, she had been acting purely on instinct, following the urge within her to create. With that part of her sated, though, she found herself stumped. Her pondering didn't last long, though, as it occured to her that she should seek out those like her, the divine. Her valley was dancing with life and the light of her Spirits, of course, but that was different. They were not sentient or intelligent, merely sapient. No, she needed to find somewhere that she could speak to others. But where...?

The centre of the Tree that she had sprouted from seemed like a good enough place to start searching. Her wings began to buzz as she willed herself forward, flying up, up, and up the tree until the Great Hall appeared in the reflections in her many eyes. She fluttered over, stopping as she realised that her true form was too large to enter the Main Hall. After a moment of contemplation on what to do, her form began to shrink, shifting until she wore her humanoid shape. A young teenaged human, that was what had appeared in her mind. It came fairly naturally to her, just as her true or entomic forms did, yet there was something distinctly different about this form. She wasn't sure she liked it very much at all.

Regardless of her feelings, though, she pushed open the doors to the hall of the gods. The goddess was a new face, of course, having been born so recently, and yet she carried herself with a certain air of confidence, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. With each step she took, small sprouts of wheat pierced the ground and began to reach for the ceiling, but stopped growing once the goddess stepped further. Her gaze flickered around the room, taking in the various fragments of gods and searching for other deities.
Joseph
Mr Bones had some spare time on his hands after the ritual had ended. Maybe he would be able to finally look at the area where the dreaming ritual took place. He ascended into the air, travelling up the tree. As he went up the skeleton god saw some interesting sights. The roots had a multitude of sentients including one of Mr Bones' own. The lower branches of the tree was interestingly empty and the gardens still had another fragment. This area was new though. Mr Bones started to walk across the simple wooden flooring. He saw a new god, one that Mr Bones did not recognise. He seemed to be seeing more and more new faces, which was likely a good sign. Not wanting to scare the new god, Mr Bones simply attempted to walk louder. Hopefully whoever it was would be turn around and greet the skeleton without being *Too* Scared.
Lee
Triticea, of course, noticed the footsteps, her head turning towards the source of the noise. She didn't freak out at the sight of the skeleton, her limited experience with existence only allowing her to comprehend the inherent contradiction of walking skeleton. The rest of her shape followed her gaze, turning to face the god of the undead. She placed her hands on her hips, considering him for a moment before she finally took the first step. "Are you like me?" There was an almost demanding tone to her voice, but the vague phrasing of her question did little to fog up the intent of the question. Was he also a god, she wondered? God... What a funny word. It was the first time she had ever thought of it, and yet somehow she knew what it meant. It was what she was, wasn't it?

She shifted a little, tilting her head at him as she waited for his response. Her movement caused the shoots of wheat around her to grow a little, tiny glowing green spirits jumping between them. The spirits resembled locusts, hopping from plant to plant but always staying in close proximity to the goddess. The deity in question, though, didn't even acknowledge them, as if she were alone with the other god. As a newly manifested deity, her unconscious control over her powers was still unstable, the divine energy around her manifesting into the tiny spirits that were dancing around her. Having never encountered another divinity before, she wasn't even in the know that such a phenomenon wasn't normal.

"Where is this?" She wondered, looking around. Unlike the knowledge of gods and how to speak, she wasn't granted understanding of this place by whatever had implanted what she knew in her from the moment of birth. Another wayward glance was cast around the hall, taking in the beautiful decorations for a moment, but for the most part her attention remained on the undead god in front of her. After all, he was the first of her kind that she had ever met, and so she desired to understand.
Sidney
Aphot shrugged carelessly, as if they were merely discussing the likelihood of rain versus fair weather. "I think we are far too young to be worrying about such things so much. If we were not meant to be, Gaia would not have made it so, yes? Besides, I don't know about you, but..."

His glass grew empty, so he willed it full again. He then raised it high, celebrating victories that were not yet to be, that may yet never come. "I, for one, believe I am far too sober for this. To the infinite and the finite!"

Teeth too perfect to be humane shined brightly in a wild grin before he continued to drown himself.
Cynthia
"Tá, ólaimid! Let us drown before we die!" Aimhirghin - who was now dubbed to be Ainbheartach, "The doer of evil deeds", by his mortals - joined his brother in a toast, one to surely bring up a bit of talk amongst any others who find them after this event concluded. 

He embraced the title, after all, evil was just something people needed to believe in to justify their fears. That's what he concluded. So he was Ainbheartach. May his mortals believe that for years to come, for their poor souls can't comprehend the meaning.

He tortured this poor mortal-like frame of a form as he drank along side Aphot. The hunter god had rather grown to like this brother of his, granted they'd met not too long ago. Time was an odd thing, though maybe to call time odd was belittling to the very concept of the structure. But it wasn't time for musings, nay.