Robert
Oh, Ainbheartach- ever the cheerful philosopher. Aphot's chuckle chimed like a bell as he settled next to the lonesome hunter, gold eyes bright with something unnamable.

Emotion? Well, he didn't have a great wealth of expertise on that matter; for Aphot, emotions were little sparks, embers briefly lit now and then but never catching fire. He was so very *Good* At projecting them, mimicking them like an eerie puppet of something sentimental and empathetic. Something that wasn't... Him.

"If even Gaia knew, She has not seen fit to tell us," He mused, ignoring the seeds of bitterness settling in his own heart at that. *That* Emotion was becoming very real. "But there is more than one way to kill something. You of all people should know that, darling. Chasing can be... Fun. But sometimes there are better ways."

He raised a hand and waved it in the air, a pale blue light trail following his fingertips. The lines twinkled and coalesced into the outline of a four-hooved animal galloping in place, towards horizons unknown.

"Lure. Trap. Ensnare the confidence before delivering the killing blow. Know its course and corner it at its end." A twitch of those delicate fingers, and the image shuddered, taking on the imitation of death throes. "Meet the creature on its level, so you know exactly how to strike it when the time comes. So many options, dear, never limit yourself to one. Nothing is ever fun that way."

The image disappeared as if washed away in a mist of rain, Aphot recentering his radiant gaze on Ainbheartach. "We must use the resources we have at hand. We were made to create out of nothing, and that is our best power. Prey cannot run forever."

His smile twisted into an even more impishly playful expression. "All that sounds like quite a lot of work though. However do you have time for anything of simple amusement? Or are all nature gods so averse to the idea?"

Dreadful, dreadful business, to be sure, and- oh, where did that bottle in Aphot's hand come from? No matter, it was there, and just so out of Ainbheartach's reach as Aphot tutted again like a disapproving grandmother. "I won't speak for you, but I have every intent on enjoying my time."
Leeann
A bit of spite bloomed in his chest as Aphot clicked his tongue behind that crescent grin. It was a scarlet bud that glowed like a firefly and pulsated like a beating heart. It and all of its budding siblings were the product of a bind of thorns embedded deep beneath the skin. 

Often he'd visualise this mass in such vivid detail he'd feel it was real, that thorns stuck into his lungs just awaiting their moment puncture and bleed him out. 

His mortal form was nothing but a façade, meant to make him feel that he belonged with others. Even yet his mortals rejected his presence out of fear. 

"I suppose I've time to spare," The reply was lack luster, but he made the effort to mask, to appear well adjusted, functional. 

His mossy cloak dropped down from the air and draped over his shoulders as his height was suddenly decreased some. He looked now more like Aphot would have remembered him to be, warm tones to his flesh, perk to his long hair.
Linda
Aldonis quickly noticed Girveon and saw his reaction to his scent. He seemed to be the only one with a reaction... Which was fine? He looked around the area, noticing all the gods, even the new goddess that popped up right after him. There was Lust.. Wrath, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, and the best of all, Pride! Aldonis then saw how forward Wrath was, going around kissing two other gods. His brows furrowed and he just ran a hand through his nicely layered hair. He turned his attention back to Girveon, before speaking again. 

"Almost debatable? What lies do you spit out?! I am the best looking God... The best sounding God... I'm the best at everything~ Prove it? Oh I can prove it! Name a time and place."

Aldonis hissed out. He knew he was the best. There was no way that anybody here was better than him, right? They couldn't even compare to him in any aspect.
Robert
"We have all the time in the world," Aphot purred reassuringly. "Which is why I say we should make the best of it. Wouldn't you agree?"

He poured a drink into two glasses that now existed as suddenly as the bottle did, a delectable elixir wrought from Gaia's very own fruit. He had been mixing and testing *So* Many of them, and he was yet to be disappointed. "Even a god needs a break time to time. All work and no play is a waste of eternity. Imagine how boring that would be."

Aphot shook his head as if he couldn't imagine such a tragedy. He plucked a filled glass from the air it'd been floating in and offered it to Ainbheartach, just ever so gently waving it teasingly. Maybe it'd bring some color back to this wilting little flower. "It has been a great deal of time already, and a great many things have happened. Do tell, whatever have you been up to?"