Joseph
The newly formed demigoddess spent very little time in her realm after being formed. The rain and hail still fell hard over the highlands through her father's rage, laying waste to the grasses of the plains and the trees of the forests. She didn't want any part of the destruction; therefore she left her home for the time being to walk among the Gardens of Gaia.

Perhaps it was some force beyond her senses that drew her to the particular fruit tree she rested beneath. The fruit which there hung was unlike any in her home, and she was sure tasted much different, but she dared not to taste more than one. The whole place was a mesmerising display for the eyes that passed through, and throughout the soil of the entire garden Deirbhile could feel the life flowing through.
Christa
Mr Bones had once again ascended the tree in order to see the gardens. They were peaceful and the company there hadn't been bad yet. He slowly walked through the greenery, sinking slightly into the soft earth. As the god was walking, he felt a presence. It wasn't quite a god but definitely wasn't a mortal either. Mr Bones was almost certain that a mortal would instantly die here. Perhaps a demigod? 

He began to silently step through the garden, trying to find out who was here. Mr Bones gripped the side of a tree and leaned past it, knowing that his target was close. Looking from side to side, it appeared that the garden was empty. But as Mr Bones looked all the way to his left, he saw a figure sitting by the base of the tree. He quickly jumped backwards, brushing any dirt that may have clung to his bones off. Mr Bones walked around the tree, giving a low wave to the newcomer. 

"Hello there. Who might you be?"
Joseph
She gazed up into the empty eyes of the skeletal form and pursed her lips before speaking, as if thinking. "Deirbhile," She answered plainly and informally. The strong eye(?)contact that she held with this calcium god was strong and fierce, and her voice like a bird sang out with a tone like the icy mountain peaks. 

"I am a lady of the land and mother to that land which I breathe my life into." At least that was a bit more of a formal introduction. "And you, marrow man?" Deirbhile chirped as she maintained that unnerving and unending gaze that pierced into the shadowy depths of his eye sockets.

Mr Bones wasn't a sight she liked. She'd fled her realm to get away from the death. And now, by some divine intellegence, stood here this skeleton, a very embodiment of death itself. The discomfort showed not in those eyes of hers, but instead in her hands, and her fingers which dug into the dirt and clutched the life there as though she'd lose it.
Christa
Mr Bones leaned down, looking at Deirbhile. He was certain now, this was a demigod. The spark of divinity was there, but too muted for a god. The emotions that he felt coming from her weren't what a god would give off, in his experience. The first that he had seen from another god. Interesting that they had decided to come all the way up to the garden. Perhaps she was meeting her parent, perhaps she was avoiding them. 

"I am Mr Bones, god of the dead, undead dying. Now I don't want to assume anything but are you a demigod? Who is your creator?"
Joseph
"I am, Mr Bones. I am the daughter of Aimhirghin, youth god of the hunt." Her three hearts pumped her divinity touched blood through her at different beats that if listened to created the perfect frame for a song. Perhaps this song meant something, perhaps it was nothing. But it was there.

"Why do you come here, fair sir?" She lilting queried, blinking quickly as to keep the stare, as it could be considered now, strong and persisting. "Have you just wished a visit?"
Christa
So he was correct. That was always nice, after all it would have been a bit embarrassing if Deirbhile had been a god. 
"I am here because I wanted to come to the garden. I don't think that's terribly unreasonable. And you don't need to call me fair sir. Mr Bones would do. I could ask you the same question anyway, what brings you here?"