Lori
The gardens were as beautiful as ever. In the middle there was the goddess of love, she was the most beautiful creature in the whole universe, after all, she was the personification of it. 

She was like a flower... Like the deadly nightshade. Because she was filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage, others told her that... As she closed her four eyes, she lay down on the grass... She could feel the gentle breeze of the gardens of her great-mother. She had seen it all, done it all. Her pink skin could feel the breeze. The goddess of love took deep breaths as she felt she could connect with the heart of the gardens.

Heaven. It was heaven... Everything was so silent that she could feel and hear the void pearl beating in her chest. She wanted to be touched, be loved. She wanted to heal, it was just her and the gardens... But there was nothing new. Xantara the goddess of love, motherhood, and fertility, wanted someone to spare her indignity, maybe give her some decency. She knew that she had fallen apart every time the cycle continued. 

The nymph could feel that she was losing her purpose. She wanted to understand if her time was through. The grass was so soft against her skin. She could not even get mad about the fact that the light was hitting directly into her eyes. As she opened the four of them, she felt something she hadn't... Thought about before. Memories swim and haunt her. She promised herself she could not let go. Sometimes it felt that the days would never end.

The hole of light, filled too high. Her love was all hers. Nothing in the world belongs to her. As she clenched her 'heart', she could feel how she was losing everything. She had bet and she knew she was losing but she stayed there. 

Her thoughts saw her as she was. There was guilt and realizing her disease. Xantara was feeling chills. She felt trapped, walking into her dagger for the last time, it was like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow, where she couldn't seem to hold herself or let herself go, where she couldn't surround herself or even be free.

She wanted to be alone. Yet she still wanted to have children. 

Xantara the goddess of love could feel the never ending show. A never-ending bending show... Forgetting everyone she knew, leaving them with a smile when she was gone. Her sadness was still there, but yet she couldn't stop dancing. 

As she stared at the sky, she just remained silent.

"...."
Shirley
Arriving in the garden, Xefiya took slow measured steps. She was adviced to meet an elder god here, one whose domain covered one of hers. She had already met a God of fire, and they felt as she expected. However, from the atmosphere alone, she knew that this encounter would be wildly different


With the recent mangling of a god fruit and lack of feelings of love in the realm of the gods, a goddess of love would probably be struck with tragedy.

That was her assumption anyway.

Still she pushed forward, keeping in base form as to not seem arrogant.

It wasn't long till she was in their presence. The elder god had a distinct appearance, but this must be what they considered beautiful
 And who was she to dispute with a goddess of love.

Bowing her head slightly, she understoid it was best to introduce herself first.

"I apologize for disturbing to in your time of pain. I came here to request an audience. 

I am Xefiya, a goddess of love and desire. I wish to learn more on how to raise a mortal species from you.
Lori
She saw herself trembling with fear, asking for the forgiveness she never gave. Everything she had ever done, she had done for them, and now they were gone. Sometimes she wonders if they can see her through the stars, wondering what they would think about her now. The memory that resembled her mind. It had been the most beautiful night, even if it had lasted just one second.

 She stared at the sky, and suddenly she could hear the steps and the aura of a younger goddess. Suddenly she could hear the voice of the newborn. She had learned many things, and now was considered an elder god, which did not make her feel happy about- she was not old. Xantara was always youthful. 

Xantara turned around to face her. Scanning her up and down, the ethereal creature just smiled. She looked up, after all, the goddess of motherhood was not that tall. 

"Who sent you here?" She questioned. Her four blue eyes focused on Xefiya. As she sat up, the nymph opened her wings. She was accompanied by shadows, waiting for others. Sometimes she played with the flowers, asking where they had gone.

And as her eyelashes danced with the wind, she smiled warmly, and gently stood up, standing at her 5'0 tall. She was small, yet she was so powerful. The air around them was poisoned by her sweet aroma, the aroma of honey and pollen. 

The lonely goddess chuckled once she heard the name of Xefiya.

"Xefiya, my dear sister, such a wonderful ethereal being." She said, watching her bow. Xantara would not bow at all. The goddess of love smiled gently and placed her hands on her hips. Xantara was very small and skinny, with her beauty infecting the soil with her hidden poison. She was wearing a small white dress that covered every wound she was covered with.

"My name is Xantara. The goddess of love, fertility, and motherhood." Her voice was so calm yet cheerful. Destiny tried to get them to know each other. Disrupting her overwhelming love. 

"Come take a seat, Xefiya." She said as she scooted over to the side.

Flowers grew from where she was sitting.

"You have come to the right place..."