Samantha
At the crest of the world tree, where the branches get thinner and most numerous, grows the rarest fruit of all. There are many budding growths, but only so many seem to sprout. Each sprouts in different ways, some growing like an egg, others being large leafy buds or swirling masses of water and flame, and some even seeming to be a normal fruit. These 'fruits' are unborn gods, and how they look and 'hatch' can vary drastically. 

Upon their "Birth", most gods will land upon one of the many other tree branches. For a deity, Yggdrasil is not hard to climb, and walking along these woody pathways is second nature for most. As such, the upper branches act almost like an initial meeting area as much as they do a birthing place.
Tony
In the upper branches of the World Tree is a fruit of gold and gems, a delicate fabergé egg, measuring two metres in height. For an uncertain amount of time it has sat unmoving, but now the egg stirs, shaking fractionally as it is struck from within. A muffled scratching is followed by the harsh sound of tearing metal, as claws find purchase. Slowly, steadily, gouges are carved into the object's immaculate form from within. Then one-by-one, four taloned appendages emerge from the tear, rending apart elegant eggshell in an effort at widening the gap. They are soon followed by an expressionless face, with big eyes and bigger ears, but no brow, nose or mouth.

After that comes the godling's porcelain body, squirming through the hole which he has clawed open. Letting go, the newborn deity hovers weightlessly in the void and observes his handiwork for a moment, then turns his blank eyes outwards to regard the rest of creation beyond the branches of his mother-tree.

Only to find that there is no more out there. The pitch-darkness of Nothing weighs on him, inspiring in the back of his mind a twinge of uncertainty, a flicker of paranoia, an unsubstantiated worry. He quickly turns away, gaze diverted back to the safety and security of Gaia's boughs.
Dora
After the first fruit broke and hatched, another began to stir. A round, flawless orb of pale rock, at first the only activity that could be perceived was a tiny rocking of the 'fruit'. Then, it began to grow more violent, tapping and scratching growing audible from within, though there was none around to hear it. Then, abruptly, the entire thing shattered like glass. Standing in the remains of the egg was a large creature, quadrupedal with a long, powerful neck and legs. Swishing it's tail, the newly born god craned it's neck to Gaia, it's face covered by the remains of its godfruit as if it were a mask. Pawing at the ground, it searched for the words to express emotions that had never been felt before. It released a wordless trumpet into the void, trying to convey a complex meaning with a simple sound; mother, I am the vessel of your will
Laura
*Closer to the bottom of the tree sat a fruit that was a bit more.. Ripe, to say the least. While it resembled an apple, albeit with brighter colors, it wasn't nearly as pristine as the two before it, muddled by spots and smelling sickly sweet - the stench of fermentation. The only similarity it had was its size, matching the others quite well in that regard. Slowly, the fruit seemed to crack open, as if something inside was weighing it down, until the fruit bursted with a bit of a squelch. From this explosion of stench, a small, demonic looking entity fell through, landing face down on the branch below.*
*Taking a moment to adjust, the creature shook off any flesh of the fruit that stuck to him, taking his first look at the world around him. Voids and branches, mainly.. But the thing that drew his attention were the other fruits, so varied in design. He wanted to poke one, see what would happen.. Well, not like he's just not going to now. Standing up, he propelled himself with the double pair of wings in his back, trying to see who else was around. As he drifted through the branches, he actually grabbed a piece of the fermented fruit he hatched from, taking a cautious bite.. Hey, this stuff was pretty good.*
Cindy
Nestled in the shadows of a large branch another godfruit resides. This one of bark scraps and dead foliage held together through a glowing substance. It sits and turns in the immaterial aether of Gaia's breath. Its glow casts soft light upon the branches around it. The shell of foliage gives shape to the light with its shadow transfiguring the images with every twist and turn of the fruit. 

In but a moment the fruit shifts, turns, and expands. Strands of bright celestial silk carry the debris around a glowing core in a vibrant halo. This form melts and twists and shapes itself in a flurry of indecision and impatience. Phalanges, hands, insectoid arms, cloth, wings, eyes, mandibles, legs, heads, horns, spines, stretching in all poses and observed by the core. 

Eventually it slows, bringing its strands closer to the core, laying and weaving into a half-familiar humanoid form of many arms and legs. Loose strands all along their form shine in the glow of their core and the light of Gaia, still shifting in the tree's breath. 
They rest hanging upside-down upon their birth branch. Gazing upon the perfection of creation, the form and the void. Ever-the-while Glancing at the imperfection of their own indecisive form. 

They rest there still, watching, listening, and feeling, bathing in sensation of everything and nothing.
Nadine
High upon the world tree where the branches grow thin, grew a pear shaped fruit of deep orange and incarnadine. There it sat for an eternity, until like all things, it began to decay and rot. The rot was small at first, just a little spot of spoiled fruit near the center, but the rot had spread deep, and soon a hole had began to form. And from this hole spilled forth, millions if not billions of beetles, who began to devour the fruit from inside and out. The beating of their wings was a deafening cacophony as they swarmed across the fruit in their desperate mission to consume.

And as the fruit was destroyed a tall deathly pale woman of humanoid form emerged from the cloud of beetles, bearing the same wings of orange and black the swarm had traversed the fruit with. With these wings she flew and circled round the world tree, pondering the strange new world she found herself in. And though she flew, she dared not stray too close to the void for fear of losing herself in it, for she remembered the void, and she vowed to guide those who are lost so that they may avoid being trapped within that eternal void.
Sean
Somewhere on the upper branches of Gaia, there is a lazy-looking, thin branch. It bends heavily downwards, almost touching the trunk of the world tree itself with the single, large nut-like fruit that is attached at the very tip of the branch.
The only think keeping one from thinking that this one is dead, is the occasional shaking of the nut that can be seen as if some weight shifted around on the inside. 
But unlike the other fruits on the tree, this one does not seem to hatch. In fact, it does not want to hatch more or less because contained within, is the goddess of comfort and sloth who, if she had things her way, would remain inside her shell for the rest of eternity. But the branch of her fruit hangs low enough to become a nuisance to anybody who would want to pass by as the large walnut blocks a narrow path on a larger branch below.
Robert
Bright. Beautiful. Sweet. The blossom, a very pretty red, pursed tightly to keep safe the contents within it. Easily, one petal opened, and in turn each began to fall slowly. A steady trickle of water ran from it, onto a branch below, which became stronger as the plant continued to open. Eventually, the goddess slipped out, pulled from the sanctuary that was her blossom. Adorned in white silk, her eyes still shut, she landed comfortably on the branch below. As the water touched her skin, it turned to steam, warming the air around her. Or perhaps she was the one warming it herself? The water stopped as she opened her smiles, a comforting smile spreading across her cheeks. She was alive. She was here.
Samantha
*Phsshhh...*

The steady hissing of air through cabbaged leaves spread ripples about their surface. As if Gaia Herself has sprung a leak, the seemingly normal "Cabbage" Grew. Or, rather, it inflated. Each leaf stretched, the perforations and veins spreading out, each distorted to the verge of tearing.

*Whiissssssttt~*

And yet, as the very leaves seemed to be stretched impossibly, no cracks had formed. They only grew and grew, until the bud had elongated to ten times its size... And then more. And more... And more...

**POP!**

With a resounding bang, strips of salad flung out in all directions, fluttering in the air. Sparkles accompanied them, like glitter, shimmering in even the meagre light provided by the few stars. But, as the natural confetti settled, and the torn remnants of the leaf balloon twisted back into their natural shape, there seemed to be nothing.

Where was the god?

Where was the newborn?

Was that it?

Was-

"I'm over here, dummy~!" Came a chippy voice. An announcement spoken to no-one. The starry-eyed girl grinned from ear to ear, the bells atop her jester cap jingling. Atop the branch *Opposite* To the popped bud, she sat, before rolling forwards and flipping down onto the natural-wood walkways. 

"And ooooh boy, am I ready to be Me!"
Beverly
All things came to an end at a point, good and bad. Life would spring out of death, only to succumb again, a good day with friends would end with a goodbye, and so too, wakefulness would come to even the deepest slumber. The time had come, and even she, a budding divinity, had instincts she needed to answer for. In the heights of the branches, a silk cocoon was split open from the inside. 

Four arms, somewhere between human and insect, found purchase on the silk shell, and slowly, surely, the newborn god hauled herself free. First came the fluffy antennae, slowly unfurling from where they were matted against her hair. Then her head, deep black eyes blinking wearily on a pale face. Vivienne stretched, torso slipping free next. Her deep purple wings still laid, crumpled against her back, restless divine energy still swirling within. They would properly form in time. And finally, came her legs, still shaky from what felt like an eternity of sleep. 

Vivienne yawned, weakly rubbing one of her eyes as she clung to the closest branch to her cocoon. The first day of her divine duty had started, but her wings still needed to dry and all. Tiredly, she passed her gaze over the surrounding branches. Maybe she could have a little nap first, as a treat...
Carol
*Amongst the variety of fruits and nuts being nurtured in the upper boughs of the grand World Tree hung a nut-like carapace the hue of polished steel. Its sharp, accented facets gave the impression of two kite shields back to back morphed, stretched, and fused into something approaching a sphere.*

*The one inside opened her eyes, at first not making the distinction between the blackness of sleep and the dark within this nursery. There were but a few moments where she blissfully knew nothing at all, though that could not last. The dreams, or rather nightmares, she'd nurtured as the Tree nurtured she herself would flood her mind. Self-awareness, then filled her shell, mixing with the scraps of memory.*

*The fledgling goddess manifested a glaive wreathed in flame to hand, carving through the metallic nut like so much butter. Had she always been able to that? More flashes of memory both distant yet familiar confirmed it. She'd done similar before, but then she'd relied on fundamentals of reality. This was different... It was as if she willed it and reality twisted upon itself in microcosm to comply. Curious.*

*Lucifera wore a tired expression as she emerged from the melted furrow, polearm still held loosely in one hand. She hopped effortlessly to the branch just below to gaze upon... Nothing. Or rather, potential.*

*Her tired gaze morphed to one of solemn deterimation as she stared into that unending void. She allowed herself to shed a single tear for the dead woman whose fragmented memories she was burdened by, and no more. Her polearm collapsed upon itself in a mass of pulsing metal before taking tbe shape of a lantern as she turned to explore the boughs she found herself upon.*
Mark
*The world tree. Yggdrasil. Beautiful. A glorious gift from Gaia that stands in contrast to the emptiness of the void. Among the branches, dazzling and enchanting lights form. Swelling and swirling, each as singular as the precious contents within. They begin to grow and change until beings fall from Yggdrasil like divine leaves. The first to witness, the first to think, the first to exist.*

**G O D S.**

Each was unique, each holding different beliefs and ideals, but each of them still had a common goal. Creation. To fulfill the will of Gaia and shape this world as they see fit. A genuinely wondrous existence to be brought into. To be given such a grand purpose as to rule and have dominion over their domains! To create life and foundation in the shape of oneself or one's domain is truthfully befitting of the gods. A god without creations to call their own, would they even be a god at all?

The Gods who stand beneath what once was the canopy of newly forged stars can only watch as the void in which Yggdrasil sits latches onto and pulls itself into the foreground in a reality-bending display. The branches of Yggdrasil begin to dim, and with the branches, the stars above seem to be swallowed up. As quickly as the stars themselves were blotted out, they returned untouched and unharmed. As for the inky blackness that remains latched to the limbs of Yggdrasil, it begins to trickle down and coalesce into a singularity among the stars. An unsightly black hole that remains as if it belongs amid the bounty of stars. Silence falls upon the spectators as the mass shivers and beneath forms a droplet. Those with eyes on the mass felt another shudder as the mass shook violently. The droplet falls freely as it's shaken loose, leaving wispy trails across the golden backdrop of Yggdrasil. Growing in ferocity, the singularity rattles, sending tremors in the space around it, distortions bending light at impossible degrees, finally. It stops.

Gods can prepare for battle, other watch with indifference, and some can run and cower, but all they witness from the void is nothing. Those who expected something bursting from the seams of the hole received nothing in return. Nothing more can come from that black void, for *Something* Has already fallen. Keen-eyed god would notice the droplet which mars the branches they stand on begin to reconstitute and take a form similar to the surrounding gods. Flickering between black and white, the structure stands before you all. Without a word, all there know its name. Paranoia.

A featureless face. A void embodied. To give something to nothing, what a paradoxical being. Paranoia takes in their being, takes in their peers, and finally, their surroundings. The sight of Yggdrasil was as breathtaking as the endlessness of the void itself, and Paranoia would find themselves entranced by existence. Tears would form where eyes should be, and suddenly Para was overwhelmed with joy. They are something again. They exist. They can feel! Oh, Gaia, they can think again! Sounds of joy and fanatic laughter can be heard from the figure as they feel their body and face. Sniffling and wiping away tears, Paranoia smiles and turns to face anyone looking at the time. 

"HI! HELLO! I'M PARANOIA! NICE TO SEE YOU! GREAT TO BE HERE!" They approach anyone they can to greet and hug.
Laura
*The demon had been happily drifting for a bit, enjoying the void, munching on fruit, pretty much all he knew of his time as a god. But then, his attention was drawn to the large nut-looking thing - what was a nut? He didn't know - but it was different, exciting! Flapping, the creature glided towards it, coming to land on the branch below it.*
*Taking the final few steps up to it, the demon placed a hand on it, feeling the skin. Certainly felt nice but could he feel it more? Pulling his hand back, he made a fist from some unconscious memory, punching the nut lightly. Wow, he could, neat! He should do this more often, it's so cool. He made a repetitive motion, pulling his fist back only to slam it back into the weird fruit in front of him. As he did, small, blunt spikes began to form on his knuckles, though whether that was a conscious decision or not was unknown. Certainly felt weird to do this.. Thing. Punching? Punching seemed like a good name. This punching was fun though, especially with all the little cracks it made on the thing he punched.*
Samantha
"HIIIIII!" Came an equally loud shout. With a goofy grin, Silly ran along the branches with *Half* The speed and grace of a ninja. Her legs stepped perfectly, and she simply ignored gravity at times, hopping on the underside and falling upwards or to the side. But, her arms were anything but. They flailed and flapped about, tapping on leaves and bark, or simply clapping.

Her approach was marked with the jingling of bells, and though it happened in a matter of seconds, any gods she passed by would hear the doppler effect in action. Sharp high-pitched jingles as she approached, and low jangles as she left.

Upon finally locating this new entity, Silly jumped and twirled in the air, flinging herself at It sideways and intercepting anyone else who might have otherwise obtained the first hug... Only to poof into a burst of confetti the moment she reached Paranoia's arms.

"Gotcha nose~!" She was behind him. How she got there, who could say. One arm looped over their shoulder (or the closest approximation of such) and hugged from behind. Her other held a little blob of shadow, and dangled it in front of the void-entity's face.

"Wait... This is your nose, right? Do you have a nose? Or is it my nose? Oh- I know-!" 

In a poof of confetti once again, Silly was in front of Paranoia, giggling. Her nose was covered by a common accessory of a clown, only the round blob was inky and black to such a degree that it almost appeared two-dimensional in nature. No depth could be easily discerned from its lack of light.

"Hi!"
Mark
*The tree of the world is one that is vast and old, swaying branches whispering the secrets to its everlasting life, that is if one would only listen. A seemingly smaller bud bends its bough, its leafy green exterior covered in scrawled writing as the interior shimmered. The writing is in an unknown language and looks to be almost frantically written down, as if the author was in a rush to get all of the knowledge out into the air. The bud finally reached a flat platform and was ceremoniously released from the branch that held it, the top of the bud flowering slightly. The tips of them being to turn pink, slowly peeling back while flooding downwards in the pink color. The interior silver glow peeks out from the top as one by one the flower petals peel off and settle gently to the floor, power leaking from the bud as the one residing in it slowly gathers what they have been gifted. While all of this is happening, the sea of stars is alight with power as a supernova of green begins to build in the sky*

*As the pile of cherry pink petals grows larger, only few remain holding the bud together before it, as well as the green star begin to shine brightly. All at one the star snaps into its place in the sky and the remaining petals fall open, revealing a new deity to the rest there. His eyes are closed and his hands are outstretched to his sides, covered in ink that swirls and crawls up his arms in a almost mesmerizing pattern. Dark ringlets and waves frame his face as the god takes his first breath, breathing in the smells of the forest while his fingers buzz with the hum of power and connection. It takes him a moment, but suddenly he can hear voices, some quiet and soft, some deep and haunting, while others are loud and boisterous. He opens his eyes and begins to look around, cocking his head to the side like a puppy as he studies the room with a curious gaze*
Dora
Wyrd slowly turned from Gaia to look at the gathering of gods among her branches. 

Hmm... Wyrd. For reasons that the god couldn't place, this seemed to be a word that he identified with. As he contemplated it further, he *Had* Words. Curious. Whatever the case, Wyrd slowly scanned the procession, unhurried and unphased by the chaos around him.

Of all of the newborn deities flitting between the branches of the tree, one in particular drew his interest. The strange being who seemed to appear from the void struck him as a god, just as the rest of them were, despite its unconventional entrance. As the towering god began to approach Paranoia, another sound caught his attention.

A strange jingling approached from behind, and before Wyrd could even turn to look at it, the sound's source seemed to run between his rear legs and out of his front legs, seemingly unphased by the owner of the limbs. Make that two curious gods.

Moving slowly but taking great strides, Wyrd approached the two, craning his neck this way and that to get a better look at them. 

"Hrmm..." Wyrd rumbled, his voice strange and deep. "I am... Wyrd. I greet you... Little godkin."
Nadine
As Silph flies through the air around Yggdrasil, she spots a glowing entity resting on the underside of a branch. Her curiosity spiked, Silph flies down and lands on the branch, swinging down onto it's underside and slowly crawling towards the glowing figure.

As she nears the figure of Nareau, she cautiously greets it.

"Hello strange glowing one"
Mark
Para looked up at the figure who greeted them. Obvious to everyone, there was a look of surprise and joy across their lack of facial features. As the absolutely zany and/or wacky (Who knows) individual came racing towards them, Para was using both "Arms" To wave at them as they approached terminal speeds! Mits flailing both arms in excitement, he would be assaulted by the many antics of Silly, too enthralled by the antics to even form a response. As Silly rambled on, Para stood there bewildered before finally getting the opportunity to speak. 

"Hi," They said in response. 

There would be a pause before Paranoia would add a new feature to their face. Paranoia would flicker white, and then a dark orb would form in the center of their face mimicking the round nose Silly had on. Slowly sockets would form for eyes, and a cheshire grin would also open up.

"I don't know if that was my nose, but I know I really like you!" Raising their arms above their head, they go in for another hug. 

When Para releases the second embrace. Their once goopy form now solidifying and forming new features. Just like Silly's outfit, Para is slowly developing a funny Lil jester hat and some curled-toed shoes. Their structure has changed to reflect Silly's. The facsimile was imperfect, there was no color on them, and the jingly bits made no sound. Paranoias monochrome adaptation was less extravagant and held the same cartoonish two-dimensional properties of the nose on Silly's face.

"I'm so happy to have met you!" Para does a twirl and hops from one foot to another.
Samantha
"Ooooh. A godkin! Is that like a goblin... Wait, what *Is* A goblin? Are those the ones like godkin... Do goblins exist? We should make goblins!" 

Silly spoke. But not the Silly in front of Paranoia. A different Silly. A Silly who's head had popped out of the first Silly's jester hat to face the approaching Wyrd. Her words came out with such speed that it was a miracle she didn't bite her tongue, and after her little speech, that second Silly whooshed away back under the hat. 

Some banging and rumbling could be heard, and the bells at the tip of the cap jingled. A squeak, then a cry, then a growl, followed by the sawing of wood(?). And yet, the remaining Silly seemed to pay the noises inside her head apparel no mind, continuing to giggle at whatever little jokes she'd thought up while engaging with Paranoia.

"Oh, I'm Silly, by the way!" Her voice was muffled, and it echoed as if spoken from far away despite the words coming from inside the hat. Construction sounds resumed.
Sean
*Perhaps Due to taking in the sound that his fists make when impacting on the hard shell, or maybe due to trying to come up with a name for this new thing, the young god could only make out a faint sound that came from withing the shell.*
"... Ive.. ..M... Re... Mi..."

*But before he could prepare for a next punch, the thin cord that connected the large Walnut with the thin branch above snapped all of a sudden. Bouncing off of the demon, it first bounced on a few other branches below before hurdling towards a slightly larger wooden platform with already a few entities standing there. The shell impacted with a sudden crash just a few meters away from the embodiment of void itself, the quadrupedal nature god, and the frolicking Jester.*
*In between the shards of the broken fruit of Gaia, there's a humanoid figure laying on the ground. Completely covered in fur and having a tail and cat-like ears sit on top of her multicolored hair, one's first impression would be that this female deity would be very comfortable to hug or even touch. Even further, looking at her for a length of time can in of itself feel somewhat... Comfortable?*

*However, instead of getting up and taking in her surroundings, the freshly unveiled deity just turns to her side with still closed eyes and curls up, saying.*
"Don't wanna get up yet... Too loud..."
Matthew
Deep within middle of Gaia's limbs, a gnarled, leafless branch slowly began to twist into itself. It contorted itself into a ball, gradually twisting the remaining wood thinner and thinner. Eventually the wooden ball simply fell off the tree. It fell down for a while, occasionally bouncing between branches and slipping off of leaves. Finally the ball's journey was stopped by a noticeably large branch. With a loud crack it opened- revealing a dusty pile of bones. Ever so slowly, the bones began to rattle. Piece by piece, bit by bit, they slowly began to assemble. After about 10 minutes, Mr Bones finally took shape. He looked around, seeing other gods already up and about. This simply would not do. The skeletal god quickly ascended into the skies, content with simply observing his kin until approached.
Cindy
The changing form, which had come to call itself Nareau, had been keenly observing the commotion. Hanging from this vantagepoint they had noted the the great diversity of activity they were able to observe. These interactions, the actions, words, and emotions flitting around like sprites, were familiar to Nareau. Hazy in recollection, though just as familiar as the forms they change into, and the name they had bestowed upon themself. 

Nareau felt the aether of Gaia shift as something approached from where they could not see. Just as easily as they could observe in their eyes, they could observe this entity from feeling. Without turning they knew, somehow, the humanoid-beetle form of this entity... What is humanoid-beetle? Well clearly it was this entity, they defined it as much as their posture defined death, something else Nareau hardly remembered. 

Nareau remained still as this entity approached, not turning away from the commotion. They waited for several moments. Why did they feel this way? Why not turn and speak as these gods did to each other. She collected herself, speaking without turning,

"Hello beetle-like one. I am Nareau. Do you have a word you would identify as?"
Robert
She looked upwards from where the water had fallen, then still blossomed bud, slowly beginning to wilt, catching her eyes. Red. Azalea. That was the name of it, of the flower she had sprung forth from. Azalea, Azalea. She should call herself that. *Azalea.* No, that wouldn't work. It had to be different. She was different. She was not wilting like that flower. She was a god. 
Azaleia. It was easy to decide on, tribute to what she had been born from. Or had she been born from the tree? From Gaia? It was all the same, in the end.
At first, she sat, watching the rest of her kin emerge. She sniffed, narrowing her eyes towards Silly. So loud, but not annoying. Fun, for sure. Azaleia was still unsure whether she was looking for that type of excitement yet. Her hands reached up, smoothing her hair against her head, half lidded eyes looking downwards. "Poor thing," She spoke, staring at deity which had just crash landed. So sleepy. A smile curled across her face, pulling her hair over her shoulder and beginning to... Braid? Yes, braid. Braiding seemed like the appropriate term. She shut her eyes back, thinking. It was nice here, on her branch, away from everyone. But she would get lonely. There didn't seem to be an incredibly easy way down. Could she float? She was sure she could, but that seemed like a lot of wasted energy. 
She watched as the skeleton burst into the sky as well, rolling her eyes. So busy. So much all at once. She wondered only for a moment what she could do, what everyone else was here to do. Create? Creation seemed lovely. She would *Love* To do that.
Laura
*Getting smacked back by the nut, the creature could only watch as its punching thing fell, shattering near.. Others? And there was someone in the punching thing? Marvelous! Oh, how to get down.. Well, that larger thing managed to get down there alright, so why couldn't he do the same? He made his way to the edge of the branch, looking down. Should probably aim for that furry looking thing - if it survived the first, it can totally survive a second time. Stepping off, the demon quickly moved from falling to diving, wings outstretched to guide as he honed in..*
*He crash landed face first into the catgirl, taking a moment to recover and giving the others plenty of time to look at him... Two sets of black wings, connected to a body seemingly sculpted out of the night sky. He had medium sized horns that curled back, fading into bright pink tips - the same with his limbs. After a minute, he looked up, examining all the others with neon pink eyes that seemed to shine with wonder.. But the first person he directed his attention towards was the person he effectively bodyslammed.*
"Hey, how are you? You feel nice, can I steal you?" *He kinda rubbed his face against her side, embracing how comfortable she was. DEFINITELY needed to figure out how to do that.*
Samantha
"Ooooohhh! You're so ME!" Giggling gleefully, laughing even when Para did the smallest thing regardless of if it was a joke. She bounced from foot to foot. Her shoes squeaked. And, most importantly, she reached up to honk her fake void-nose in solidarity with Para's new physical features.

The stars in her eyes never faded, and she maintained her amazement. Reciprocating Para's hug, and not bursting into confetti this time, she simply made her little 'weeeee' noises each time the taller figure hoisted her up into the air for each embrace. 

"I'm S-S-S-S-S-S... Silly! By the way!" Her head bobbled like a bobble-head doll with every 'S' of her build up, as if her neck contained springs and elastic rather than cartilage and bone. "And it's..." She paused with all the dramatism of one about to reveal their greatest secret. "Nice to meet you too! Ehehe. With all your spooky and shadows, I almost thought you were someone else! Me me. They won't be here until next month, ehehehe."

Silly tapped her chin, talking to herself now. "Or was it next year... Or..."
Nadine
The beetleoid psychopomp gave the ever changing god Nareau a light smile.

"Yes I am Silph, it is a pleasure to meet you Nareau"

Silph patted a spot of the branch next to Nareau, as carrion beetles shed off of her like dandruff and began to crawl around on the branch.

"May I sit with you, Nareau the glowing?"
Dora
Wyrd watched as Silly flitted about chaotically, nonsense spewing from her mouth in a way that even gods found confounding. Except for Para, that is. 

The entire assembly was certainly... Energetic. Wyrd wasn't sure why their mother had deigned to create such a hyperactive set of siblings. Perhaps high energy helped with creation. Whatever the case, it was all a bit too much for him at the moment. 

Curiously gazing downwards, the god began to climb down the tree of life, the branches taking on a life of their own and moving to provide him with a suitable path downwards. 

The others would, undoubtedly, join him soon enough, but for the moment he would enjoy his tranquility apart from the others on Yggdrasil.
Mark
*After taking in the sights of so many things, the god found himself... Somewhat grated by all the noise and he recoiled slightly. If the man had had another pair of ears they would have lowered to his head, oh look wow he does have fluffy mottled ears and holy heck they are low against his head. His different colored eyes search for somewhere to escape to as a very quiet sigh leaves his lips, a similarly mottled tail suddenly springing out from just above his quite toned booty, though we aren't talking about that. He's very much quite nude as he crouches down and decides that the best place to go was right out front, studying the strange beings before him. He had a deep sense that all of them had come from the same being, the scent of everyone's magics tinged with an all powerful taste that made his mouth water slightly. If he really thought about it, he could put a name to the taste, it was sweet and earthy, motherly but not kind, It was Gaia*

*The wolf licked his lips as he analyzed what he assumed to be his packmates, though they seemed like a motley crew (haha nice) of assorted creatures and very much disjointed with each other. The thought at not being very fluid made him inwardly wince, they needed some kind of order before things got very out of hand. He remained perched on his pedestal before pausing and pursing his lips, words seemingly out of his grasp. A snarl left his lips before the god raised his voice, not screaming but loud enough that people could hear him*

"ᛖᚲᛊᚲᚢᛊᛖ ᛗᛖ..?" 

*He paused and waited, head cocking to the left as he listened to the strange tongue of these gods blend and merge into one cacophonous noise that left his head buzzing*
"ᚨᚺ.. ᛁ ᛒᛖᛚᛁᛖᚢᛖ ᚾᛟ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚲᚨᚾ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛊᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᛗᛖ..."

*He vaguely wondered what words they were saying to each other before he gracefully leapt off the ledge he was on and shifted his body into something more comfortable, lean and distinctly canine. It was a large fluffy creature, white and mottled with spots as he padded down the middle of the room and proceeded to approach other deities with interest. The canine god lifted his head, noticing one of the deities that cause his interest, something instinctual making his tail lash excitedly behind him. Nineveh, who had just had his name pop into his head, crouched down before springing up into the air. His cool wet nose nudged the tall boney one before he fell back down on his hind end and let out a deep, Woof*
Cindy
Nareau wrestles enough wit from the depths of their shy soul to turn and gaze at Silph. Noticing her pigments, the sad fate of the carrion beetles thrown off and down to the pits of the world tree, and the twitching of her elytra. Pleased... They are certainly pleased to be here, and surely that transfers to this interaction. 

"The pleasure is mine, Silph. Yes you may sit, it is Gaia's and not mine."
Sean
*Landing on top of the catgirl was... Surprisingly soft, considering the speed at which the demon landed on top of her. However, the impact definitely shook awake whatever was sleeping as his landing made her forcibly roll onto her back. Who- or whatever was staring up at him did not look pleased. Well, judging by the expression, the comfy woman only had a look of light annoyance on her face. It is only now that she starts to take in her surroundings with the narrow pupils of her eyes darting around and her head occasionally rolling to either side. Then, her face starts to look slightly confused. Nothing really seems like something she has seen before, yet at the same time, it also felt like its all she ever knew. The giant trunk towering above and splitting into countless branches, the strange faces she cannot recognise, or even the fact that she perceives things. It feels... Strange.*
"Why is... This so exhausting...? I wanna go back to sleep."
*The woman vocalised her thoughts. Somehow, to her, even existing feels like some kind of exercise she's being put through. Still, she can't quite go to sleep due to this exhausting state of being. For now, she just tiredly stares at the black Demon thing on top of her.*
"Did you... Wake me or something?"
Nadine
Silph sits down and let's out a contented sigh, happy to rest her wings for a while.

"Thank you Nareau, but I simply asked as I did not want to be where I was not welcome"

The pale beetle-woman regards the peculiar deity with interest. Who was this strange glowing changeling that was Nareau?

"Are you new to this place as well friend? Or am I simply just a late arrival?"
Matthew
Mr Bones watched the... Dog thing approach him. Despite certainly being a god it was a bit more beastly than the others. Not less intelligent but certainly more in touch with its inner animal. More worrying was the tendency for dogs to try and mug Mr Bones for all he had, dogs of the underworld weren't typically able to threaten the God but it was always annoying when a pack made off with a toe while he slept. But this dog seemed friendly enough, for now at least. And Mr Bones' curiosity had been brought to to point where he couldn't bring himself to leave. Ever so slowly, Mr Bones moved his hand towards the dog's skull. He needed to see if he was in any danger. Seeing that the dog simply wanted attention, Mr Bones thrust his hand around the dog's head, slowly moving it about so as to get a good idea of what he was looking at. 
"Hmm, interesting skull shape. Snout seems too long for... No and it's much to short for... Wait a minute."
Mr Bones slowly brushed one of his fingers against the dog's mouth, attempting to take in as many details of its teeth as possible. "Aha, I understand now. You are a very good boy aren't you. Good head on your shoulders, yes. My name is Mr Bones, what's yours?"
Mark
*Nines raised his ears as the skeletal hand approached his head, furrowing his eyebrow spots as he was suddenly petted. The look on his wolfy face screamed 'What the fuck??' but he was too shocked to move away from the attention given, very instinctual wags of his tail though. Once he had recovered from the shock, the wolf licked his lips again and made a quieter yet still deep woof as he was inspected, making a curious noise as the other god spoke and looked at his teeth. Nines tested the words in his throat, humming out the strange syllables before attempting to say something. His tail was giving everyone a good dusting of Gaia dirty at the sound of good boy, though his face didn't give much away in what he was thinking, different colored eyes glittering at the chance to make conversation*

"Bones? Mr... Bones?"

*His voice was deep and gravelly, highlighting the fact that the god had not used this language before while testing out the words on his tongue. He sucked in a breath, readying himself before he attempted to speak again and hopefully not mess up on words*

"I am... Nineveh. You are Mr. Bones? We are similar? Gaia? Why is this.. Language.. So Gaia-forsaken.. Hard?"

*The wolf had many questions, which tumbled out of his lips in rapid succession despite his distaste for it. He kept his attention on the skeleton though, nose twitching as he inspected the smell of Mr. Bones*
Cindy
New... Late... These are concepts connected to the movement of time. It seems to be felt, but there is no clear way that Nareau can think of to gauge such movements. It is beyond them and that is intriguing. Something to ponder for another time... They were getting the hang of it. They suppose greetings aren't something people do if they have been around for a long time, so it simply must be new. 

"It appears we are all 'new' my friend. You have arrived just as you were meant to."

They glance once again at the movement below and around them.

"As for welcome, there will be no case in which you are not welcome to me."
Laura
*He seemed to noticeably shrink away a bit as the woman looked at him annoyedly. Why did that make him feel? And not in a good way either. It didn't stop him from keeping at least one hand on her at all times, feeling the fluff. Say, that fruit made him feel pretty good. Maybe there was a fruit that could recreate this sort of feeling? Seemed like quite a possibility. He wished to join the others - that one in the colorful hat looked fun - but he figures he should at at least make sure this conversation didn't end bad.*
"Uhm.. Yes, I think? How does one wake you?" *His eyes couldn't help but look over everything - the sky, the gods, the trees - he didn't understand why she was so lifeless before. Wait, was that sleep? And could he fulfill her desire to sleep?*
"But! I can let you return to sleeping, if you answer my question. Can I steal you? You're very... Comfortable." *The last word took him a second to process, but it sounded right to him. There wasn't really a better word, it just seemed like something used to describe her.*
Matthew
Mr Bones pulled the offending hand back and roughly scraped at his chin. "Hmm. I don't believe I know any more than you do at the moment *Nineveh*. We appear to both be gods, I think we're gods at least. I suppose that our reason to be here is to simply exist, live as our natures intend. As for speaking I really couldn't say anything about it. I simply can speak, always have been able to as far as I can remember. You however-"
Mr Bones lightly gripped Nine's neck, just hard enough to feel under the fur and skin.
"You seem new to this. How did you communicate before talking?"
Nadine
Silph allowed her faint smile to grow, pleased that she had seemingly managed to find some form of friendship with Nareau.

"That is quite agreeable then, and so as I am welcome to you, so too are you welcome to me"

Silph paused and gazed upon her surroundings and the gods above, below and around them, in all their bizarreness and glory.

"I do agree that it seems that all here are new to this land, but does that mean that this land is new? Or simply that we slumbered for long aeons? Truly a peculiar place we find ourselves in, surrounded by even more peculiar beings, though I imagine you and I are quite the strange sight to behold aren't we?"
Sean
*Luckily, it seems like existing isn't something that takes long to get used to. With every passing second, it doesn't seem as bad as it was before until eventually, it doesn't feel like anything. Maybe this existential discomfort was just what happens after waking up __from__ sleeping. A terrible feeling kind of. Speaking of which, the pause between the demon's question and her answer is also starting to feel bad in a totally different kind of way. Slowly, she lets out her answer.*
"Uuhm... Yyyeah. Sure, I don't mind. Do whatever." 
*Although she doesn't know what the figure on top of her means by 'stealing' her, she doesn't quite care either. After all, she'll find out either way.*
"Also... I don't think I can sleep anymore. I was kind of trying to, but I couldn't. It was easier though when everything was still black."
*Finally, she sits up and takes a look around. It seems like she can get relatively active after being slammed from above by another god. At least, when active means that she moves with the speed of a sloth, which is a weird concept considering that sloths don't really exist yet. Thinking about it, there seems to be a general, innate understanding of things that don't exist. The way that both also seem to speak the same language and are able to understand eachother seems also quite bizarre.*
"Say... Why can we talk? Who taught us this?"
*She asks.*
Mark
*The wolf keenly listened in as the boney god spoke, his head tilting to the side as his name was used in such a way. It sounded right for him, very fitting, but strange when not used in his native tongue. He pondered over the words that Mr. Bones said to him, adjusting to the strangeness of it all with a huff through his snoot. When the other god shifted to discussing language the wolf nodded his head and began to think, furrowing his brows again as he swished his tail*

"My language has always been part of me, it is one in the same with my soul. This language is.. Rough and strange on my tongue. It tastes metallic, like old blood and dust."

*He let out a deep rumbling noise that emanated from his chest as the skeleton grabbed his throat, the bones jutting out from behind pure muscle that lined the creature. Nines was not afraid of what could happen to him and stayed still, though eyed the intent studying of the other god*

"I.. Don't have memories of anything before this.. Just feelings. Running, freedom, unity. Touching was very important. ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᛈᚨᚱᛏ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᚲᚲ ᛁᛊ ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚹᛁᚦ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᚲᚲ."

*He nodded his head appreciatively at the words before realizing that Mr. Bones was most likely unable to understand what he said*

"When part of the pack, you are one with the pack."
Robert
*Orion emerged, screaming, flailing, trying his best to fly despite being very obviously not capable of flight. Eventually after a few seconds of flailing, he landed on something with a hard thud, the impact knocking the wind out of his lungs. Orion rolled over onto his back, taking in the scenes. Where was he? What had just happened? WHO was he? He had so many questions, but he noticed that for some reason, he knew the answers to all of them. He was on the branches of Yggdrasil, he had just been 'born', and he was Orion Braus,the god of melodies. Orion was flooded with several different emotions. At first he felt fear, then anxiety, then doubt, and finally he felt a resigned understanding. Of course, he showed none of this outwardly, and it took him only a few seconds, his mood changing as fast as a key changes in music. Orion looked around at his surroundings, and found he was not alone. There appeared to be several other gods and goddesses, all also recently 'birthed' from the fruit of the world tree. He explored his branch a bit more, floating along it like a melody in the wind, and stumbled across a goddess.*
Matthew
Mr Bones nodded, deep in thought. While he couldn't fully understand the language Nineveh spoke, it certainly seemed like something that could be translated with enough time. "I think I understand the concept but don't quite grasp the meaning. Before all of, well all of *This*, I was in more of a managerial role. Some were above me, many were below me but everything fit together nicely. But after a while one tends to get bored of the same thing. I'm always trying to find out new things, experience new environments. It's fulfilling, but not something that can be done with others. How does your..." Mr Bones paused on the letter p "Your *P*Ack decide when and where to go? It must be terribly hard to organise so many beings. I'm much more used to just leaving my charges to their own devices."
Robert
Azaleia had almost finished her intricate braid when the man came across her. Her fingers continued, unstopping, however she looked at him with minor interest. "Hello," She greeted, a curious tone in her voice, "Have you just come out? I heard you screaming a moment ago, I believe." She tied off her braid with a band of pearls. Where she had procured the pearls from was unknown, but she had gotten them one way or another. She set her hands on her lap, then patted beside her to indicate for him to sit. "I haven't quite made up my mind to explore just yet. I would *Love* Some company, though. That would be very nice. Very nice."

"Yes, Hello. I'm Orion." Orion said, studying her. She was quite pretty, and seemed quite literally full of life. Orion took a seat beside her and watched her work. "Who are you?"

Azaleia clucked her tongue softly. "Azaleia. You?" Her eyes narrowed at him in a friendly way. The loose silk she wore seemed only slightly damp, likely due to the steam before. Not something he would have known, of course, he hadn't seen it. "I am a goddess. A god. Like you. But not like you. Different." She looked away, back to the skeleton in the sky, who had been joined by someone else in the meantime.

Orion followed her gaze up to the curious and quite entertaining sight above them. "I am Orion Braus, I am the God of melodies. I'm not quite sure how I know that, but I know it's the truth." Anion admired the funny, scattered way she spoke. He briefly glanced away from the skeleton and his company to look down at himself for the first time. Unlike Azaleia's clean, unmarked skin, Orion noticed his arms and chest were covered in strange markings. Even though he'd never seen them before he somehow knew right away that they were musical scores. He realized the only thing he had on was a simple pair of loose, flowing silk pants. The pants were quite comfortable, and in fact, Orion thought to himself as he turned his gaze back to the Skeleton, this whole scenario while odd, was rather pleasant. After all, he seemed to be in good company.

"That man is quite naked," She observed, turning her eyes away. "I am love. Or at least, that's what I think I am. Love, Fire. Perhaps something else." She didn't give it much thought. She had just been born, why should she? "Melodies. What is that?" Her eyes flitted back to him, curious. Perhaps a song? What was a song? She knew what a song was, didn't she? Perhaps not.

Orion instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder, and almost immediately, his tattoos began to shimmer and shine, changing and shifting into a "Love song". Orion had no idea if it would actually work, but instinct told him that if he thought of an emotion while doing this, he would be able to pass that emotion to someone through melody. "What you're hearing in your head right now... Or rather, what I *Think* You might be hearing, is a melody. It is... An expression of emotion in its rawest form. Wordless."

Sounds. Notes. Chords. Keys. She sat very still and drank in the noise, her eyes not fixated on any given point. Then, finally, "Oh, I love that. You must learn how to get this for me. I want this all the time." She wanted it in the background at all times of the day. It was perfect. It was her! Azaleia decided then that Orion would be her friend, because if he could create this, he could create more.

"I think... Music and love are complimentary. Love is the most powerful emotion, and music is the most powerful form of expression." Of course! The explanation made sense! Orion smiled at Azaleia. "I think I have made a friend here." He removed his hand from her shoulder and his tattoos stopped glowing, and returned to their ever shifting, almost fluid form. "It is nice to meet you Azaleia."

Azaleia agreed with that. She stood up, not slipping or struggling, and curtsied. "A good friend to have." She loved melodies. She loved her new friend. She loved the great tree in which she had come from. She even loved the terrifying abyss which circled around them. She wondered if it could swallow them, if it would one day swallow them. If it could kill a god. She did not want to find out. "I do enjoy your melody. If you find some way to play it, I would very much appreciate it."

"I think if I..." Orion closed his eyes, and moved his hands in front of him, the tattoos on his fingers lighting up. The air in front of him began to shimmer with tension, and as he moved one of his fingers the tension broke, and a pluck resounded through the air. He moved another finger, and a pluck of a different pitch sounded. "Ah... So this is an... *Instrument?*" Orion said, beaming. He began to pluck out the Melody that formed in his head as he thought of Azaleia. It was full of warm notes and major chords, and was all together a vibrant, exciting, and happy composition. He did this for what felt like hours, but he opened his eyes to find that only a minute or two had passed while he had been entranced. A bit embarrassed, Orion brushed the dirt off of his pants and stood up to join Azaleia. "Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Azaleia felt tingles all the way from her feet to her head from the noise. Pleasure, excitement, she wanted more! "Oh no. I loved it!" She cheered, taking one of his hands. "That was wonderful! Lovely! Spin me, Orion!" She laughed, the song still reverberating in her head as she spun on the branch of the tree. As she calmed down, wiping her tears of joy, she grinned. "That was pleasant. An instrument, you called it? You should show everyone else that song. Oh, it makes me want to dance." Dance? Dance. Dance was the right term. Dancing. She had just spun, or twirled. That was a silly dance. It had sparked from the immense joy which had overtaken her from the song. Perhaps it was a bit vain, but the song reminded her of herself. She did *Love* Herself. "You must play it again."

*Orion happily indulged his new friend, showering her in songs and sounds that neither of them had ever heard, but somehow both understood. He couldn't help but smile as he played. There seemed to be something special about receiving attention and recognition for his music was this... "Satisfaction" The word escaped his lips, and while he was unsure quite what it meant, he was sure that was what he felt*

She giggled and laughed with pure excitement, careful on the branch as she continued her dance. She believed this was the appropriate thing to do to a melody, or at least, to this one. Praise. Worship. Devotion. Love. Devotion and love. Yes, that's the song. She wondered if creatures could recreate that song, creatures she could make. "Oh goodness," She laughed, her foot meeting not branch but air. She didn't fall, though, instead seemed to be just fine with one foot off the branch and one on. "That is gorgeous. Wonderful. I do love it, truly."