Lee
The Hall of the Gods was not a place that Triticea often frequented, if she was being honest. The goddess of the harvest spent most of her time within her own realm, meticulously working on improving her creations, to be sent out as seeds by her spirits. She didn't hate talking to her siblings, but she wasn't usually the type to actively seek them out either. If they wanted to talk to her, they could come to her. That was the way that she saw it. The demigod guardian that she had created disagreed with that viewpoint. Fragarie had pestered her about going out and getting to know her brothers and sisters better, insisting that it was important for her to *"Socialise"* And *"Touch grass"*.

She'd been rather annoyed by the comparison. Of course she touched grass often! She spent most of her time working on her plants! Still, after a bit more nagging from her guardian, she figured that she might as well give it a shot. That was the reason she now sat absently in the Hall of the Gods - to get some social interaction besides her daughter. It appeared that she'd picked a rather inopportune time to come, though, as it seemed like the other gods were busy doing their own things as well. She sat alone in the hallowed Hall, grumbling to herself. She'd even taken the time to assume a more humanoid guise, to appear presentable, and nobody has bothered showing up?

The goddess let out a sigh, slumping back against her seat. She had taken the form of a young woman, around nineteen or twenty years of age, and clad in a toga. Her hair was as golden brown as a flourishing field of wheat, her signature hairpin featuring her holy symbol sitting upon her head. She allowed herself to sulk for a few moments, before straightening up and deciding to do something other than just sitting here. But what was there to do here? This place would make for terrible nutrients for any crops that she might try to grow and work on, so that prospect was out. She stroked her chin, humming her pondering.
Larry
Though under the impression she had entered an empty Hall of the Gods, Triticea had been incorrect. In fact, a few inches from her feet balled up underneath the table was Crucia. It had not been long since she emerged, to assure she never found herself lost she had been mapping out Mother Gaia's domain in her head. An unfortunate set of circumstances led to her dashing underneath a random leafy table, to avoid Triticea when she entered. 

Several droplets of blood seeped through the bandages covering every inch of her face, and she frantically wiped at it. When she worried, much like sweat, she bled more than usual. If a single droplet splattered on the ground, the other goddess may have noticed her! The worst possible catastrophe in her situation, she held her knees close to her chest slowly rocking back and forth. 

In all her clumsiness, she fell forward unceremoniously crashing her face right into Triticea's shins. "Bwah!" She exclaimed, frightfully crawling out from under the table. She shot up onto her feet, worriedly looking around with her three eyes (and the few on her wings she let open) pointing, stammering, and stuttering she tried to explain herself only to gulp down saliva.

Coughing into her hand, she weakly flapped her wings, a nervous tic she picked up, "Um, uh, Um, s-s-sorry! I-I wasn't st-stalking you or a-anything, um, uh, I, erm, uh, I w-wanted to make a m-map of the pl-place. Y-You see I e-emerged not too l-long ago and um, uh, w-well it's sc-scary walking around w-without knowing everything so um, erm, uh..." She trailed off, awkwardly poking her fingers together as she glanced away from Triticea, shuffling her feet about.
Josephine
Still trying to get her bearings on the wonders of Yggdrasil, Calena entered the Hall of the Gods and was so focused on the beautiful wooden striations in the floorboards that she didn't seem to notice the other deities further in the space.

*"Maple, cedar, oak, pine... Is that bamboo?"* She wondered.

The sound of coughing and a voice from further within the room broke her from her studies, and Calena saw a young woman in a toga and a figure in black, who seemed to have many bandages wrapped around her face. *Bloodied* Bandages. 

"Oh dear, are you bleeding?" Calena asked the figure in black, who she now noticed had multiple eyes and wings. She slowly began to walk forward, reaching into her satchel for some herbs and clean bandages. "I can help with those wounds if you'd like."