Daniel
It was a fitting place for the Princess of Love. Flowers, and warmth, and brightness flooded her entire senses as she strolled through the garden. She lifted her dress, bunching it into one hand, and stepped in a small, trickling stream. She cared not for where it went, or that as it touched her skin it turned to steam and curled around her body. She merely stepped through it, and took one of the fruits from a tree. She had only been curious as to what it was, or how it tasted. She usually just came to admire the gardens, only for a short while, and then left. Her teeth sunk into the ripe fresh, the taste exploding in her mouth. "Mmm." She couldn't help the hum that escaped her lips, her bare feet more aware of the ground and the tree and Gaia. It was deliciously sweet and savory but she was sure if she ate too much she would have quite the stomachache. Or would she? Could gods get stomaches? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out.
Joan
*Another clone of Dezód had appeared back in the upper branches, not long after he had first discovered the act of splitting. Of course, this one was at least conscious, so it was already faring better than the last one. His eyes had focused on the garden almost as soon as he saw it - all that color was hard to ignore, especially from above. Taking a dive from the branch he was standing on, Azaleia could hear the woosh of air underneath his wings as he opened up, gliding to land in a nearby tree. His head tilted slightly at the strange fruit around him, but his attention quickly turned to the woman in the garden, munching contentedly on a fruit. Doing a bit of a gargoyle pose on the thick branch he was on, he looked down at the woman..*
*Of course, the darkness of shade left only a few notable features visible to her - a silhouette of two pairs of demonic wings and horns, a wide grin filled with sharp teeth, and neon pink eyes that lit up most of the gods face.*
"Hi!"
Daniel
She savored every bite she took of the fruit. The juice dripped down her arm, her chin. She wiped it off, not yet aware of the other God's presence. She hummed again, taking another bite, licking her lip and jumping slightly as the god spoke. Her eyes turned upwards, swallowing the food down, and she returned the grin. "I do love your eyes, hello," She replied, not the slightest bit perturbed. "You were born. I remember seeing you. But, uh," She studied the copy's face for a moment. "You must be a split. Or whatever they are called. I haven't attempted it quite yet." She took another bite as she finished speaking. "These are good. You should try one. I might get myself another, but I am worried to eat my fill. I had planned on having something that was roasted later."
Joan
"Ah, cool, thanks! I like your face! You were, uh.. I don't remember you, actually. Someone called me Dezód - well, I called me Dezód, doesn't matter who did it first though. Who are you? And why?" *He seemed about as energetic as when she first observed him, anyway. Taking her advice, he took a hold of one of the nearby fruits, bringing it up and staring at it for a moment. Well, it looked like it wouldn't kill him, anyway. Taking a rather liberal bite, causing a bit of a mess, Dezód savored the fruit. Definitely was good, but what if he could make it better? Well, if the first fruit he had was all fermented, could he do something like that? Grasping the berry tight in one hand, the other moved underneath to catch anything. Slowly, Dezód squeezed, but instead of fruit chunks as expected, small stream of dark, winelike liquid came out. Tilting his head, he took a sip of the new stuff that laid in his hand..*
"Oh, wow. Didn't know I could do *That.* Hey, friend! You have something to hold liquids? You should try this stuff!"
Daniel
"I am Azaleia. We never met formally, I only observed." She slowly, carefully, pulled herself into the tree. She was not so heavy as to make the branches break, and was sure she could make herself light as a feather if she willed it so. "You are very peculiar. How are you doing that?" Must have been one of his own powers. She did not have a goblet or cup on hand, but conjured one instead, dipping it under the stream that came from the fruit. When the goblet filled, or was near full, she lifted it to her lips and sipped. She blinked at the strong taste it gave off. Different from the fruit itself but still... The same. "Here, you try it." She held the goblet out for the demonic creature to hold.
Joan
*Well if it could support a demon without issue, surely it could support her.*
"Same way you got all that steam and whatnot. Which is to say, I don't know in the slightest!" *It wasn't long after she had filled her goblet that the stream trickled to a stop, leaving only things like the skin and seeds of the fruit. Dezód, deciding not to litter, decided to eat the remains of the fruit, before making a face and a mental note to never do that again. But, hey, at least he knows why.*
"Ooh, yes, please! Thank you!" *Dezód took the cup surprisingly gingerly, careful not to spill it or accidentally bite the hand that feeds.. Directly before taking a swig that downed about half the goblet. He seemed to barely flinch at the taste, only wiping his mouth off with one hand as he handed the cup back to her.*
"Ahh, much better.. So! Why are you here?"
Daniel
She laughed softly at his response. She supposed she liked this other god - she had no reason not to. He had been friendly thus far and only offered sweet company. She laughed harder at the face Dezód made as he ate the rest of the fruit. As the cup was handed back to her, she sipped at it again, lightly smacking her lips at the taste. She couldn't quite discern what it was but it filled her stomach nicely. "Oh, you know," She started, waving the goblet around in the air. "I am just on a walk. I've not found it in me to create yet. I want to wholly love first. If that is possible to be done."
Joan
"Ah, I see. You should try it, it's fun! I made these lizards, some plants - oh, yeah, I should probably make some more of those." *Looking around, Dezód took note of a few of the more interesting flora around. Recreate that, recreate that.. DEFINITELY recreate whatever tree they're standing on.*
"Anyway, anyway. Ayame also made this big fluffy thing called Fluffy, it's cool. Oh, wait, you know her, right? Looks like you, but more catlike? And also looks nothing like you?"
Daniel
Again, she laughed, her face filled with warmth from the conversation. "Lizards," She hummed, not necessarily a question, but curious to find out more. "I do not know Ayame. She sounds sweet. This... Fluffy? What is it? What does it look like? A fluffy thing named Fluffy." When not with Orion, Azaleia spent much of her time alone, wandering. She lacked companionship, and was glad for the company even for this short while. "You'll have to show me the lizard things. They sound interesting. Perhaps I could take some inspiration from your craftsmanship?"
Joan
"Oh, you know. Scales, teeth, tails, all the usual. I call them Zandoli, they're pretty neat!" *Well, he seemed proud of his work, as nondescriptive as he was being about it. He would summon one up here, but a small voice in the back of his head is telling him its a bad idea.*
"Oh, you should meet her, she's so cool - well, both of you are, but she's really cool. Anyway, Fluffy. Massive thing, you could stand on it no problem. Kind of a bit scaled and all that on the face, but most of its body has this like.. I don't even know what to call it! Hold on." *Concentrating for a second, Dezód held out his hand, slowly forming a feather in his hand - one with all the strength of a flight feather, but softer than down.*
"Like this! Maybe you could make something out of this, I don't know. Like.. Something with wings! Not mine, though, those are mine." *Handing the feather over, he looked for another fruit to magically wineify. After all, the stuff was pretty tasty if you could down it without flinching.*