John
Without a path in mind, Algen stumbled upon a place beyond imagination—the base of the World Tree. As he emerged from walking around the branches, slowly descending, he saw a new place that he recognized from when he fell when he was born.
He didn't had the time to stop there, or see anything at that time, but he still recognized it because, at some places, he could see the void where his realm was. He knew this place was close to it, and he knew he fell somewhere there, just didn't remember or seen it.

The first thing that struck Algen was the rich, fertile ground beneath his bare feet. Light flora, with petals that seemed to dance in a soft breeze, painted their colors against the beautiful brown hues of Gaia.
Alcoves carved into the colossal trunk offered shelter and safety. Algen marveled at these natural sanctuaries, where each one of them seemed like a secret refuge, a place where the orphaned ones found a place to live.
It was a bit depressing to wander there, so he quickly left, not daring to disturb any mortals.
He couldn't imagine himself abandoning one of his Sombras or Nabkuas.

He stopped at some point when he realized someone else was also looking around just like him, their curious eyes mirroring his own.
Jim
An unfamiliar figure sat along the base of the tree, softly humming and surrounded by medical tools made primitively of bone and hide, bandages of leaves, and balms from bugs and fungi. She planted herself cross-legged and frequently took the time to observe the fauna and floral life that grew and wandered about, curious to see what properties every new living thing had and made comparisons in her mind between them. 

Curiously, she wouldn't dare try to touch the animals, instead frequently attempting to shoo them away despite their friendly attitudes. It would fluster her when they would ignore her requests and try to come closer, resulting in her confusion and flailing which would ultimately be the thing that would cause them to move away; yet they would still linger nearby, curious of the scents and sights that surrounded the pale woman. Admittedly, she was not opposed to them being close as long as they didn't try to eat her balms or chew on her leaf bandages, so she would tolerate being watched by small critters and the occasional larger herbivore.

Just as the animals would watch her curiously, another soul would be nearby, gazing at the pale young female. Her skin was ghostly white, her hair a gentle hue of rosy pink, and her outfit was unusual in the warm, temperate climate that surrounded the base of the world tree. Layers upon layers of warm clothing, fit for a realm of ice and frost. Yet despite that, she continued to subtly quiver in a chill, struggling to thread a needle as a result of her shaking hands. She had not noticed the wayward soul staring at the back of her head.
John
Entranced by the girl's pink hair, Algen decided to assume his initial form—a delicate boy, with dark red eyes and purple hair. The mist swirled around him, transforming his current form to match his desired one. His purple hair now mirrored her soft pink, creating a semblance between them.

As Algen approached, the mist gently touched the girl's toes, a gesture to show her she wasn't alone there. 

In this form, he appeared fragile, unsettlingly pale, with a spectral beauty that could make anyone concern for his well-being.

The girl, shivering, also seemed young and delicate. However, her beauty was slowly vanishing from his eyes. The mist, his constant companion besides Derathos, soon obscured his vision.



A gentle breeze messed up his hair, momentarily dispersing the fog, only to have it return much more intense.
Jim
The unfamiliar female would frivolously hum a similarly unfamiliar tune, despite finding herself struggling against the threading of the needle. After a powerful, vicious, and long-winded battle, she finally manages to... Thread the first half in. And then it slips out, prompting a disappointed sigh but she troopers onward nonetheless. She prepares to carefully try again but finds herself halted by a disturbance in her field. The sensation of her unending cold is disrupted by the obscuring of her toes, as a mist attempts to touch her but finds itself stopping just inches away from her form as if an invisible wall had been placed between itself and her.

Its purpose had been fulfilled, however, as she was promptly notified that she was not alone. She looked up and around, finding that a man coated in that same mist had found her, and now wanted to make contact. She quickly put her things together and made herself a little more presentable, although confounded by the form's odd appearance.

"O-Oh, h-hello! A-Am I i-in an i-inconvenient place f-for you, sir?"

The mist would continue to be held back by some unknown force, although she could still hear the God's many voices. It reminded her of her Mother, who had much the same property.

"Ah- I-I'm sorry, the c-cold isn't a bother a-anymore. It's j-just h-how it is. H-How may I h-help you, s-sir?"
John
He looked around, squinting his eyes to try to see beyond the mist. This place was a bit colder than Nevarain, his mortals were used to it, but this girl didn't seem to be. 


He sensed his fog stopping at a point, unable to go further because something was blocking it. He laughed, imagining that something intangible like mist would traverse every tiny crack, yet as she somehow stopped it, he wouldn't use his influence to stop whatever it was. Algen wasn't a deity that would go around showing what he was capable of. He was fine simply existing.
Jim
The girl hadn't been shivering because of the ambient temperature. It was cold yes, but not enough to warrant the shaking of a leaf she called her ambient stand-still. Rather, it seemed that the issue lay within the girl, who was something of an anomaly. She was curious of the God's cloud of mist, unable to see what they looked like and even more confounded by the strange nature of his voice. Rather than one direction projecting his voice, it came from many... 

She nodded her head upon his affirmation that she wasn't in an ill-advised position. 

"O-On the contrary, I-I think this t-temperature is q-quite lovely! Cold b-but not horribly, i-it's soothing." 

She would readjust her seating position, although she'd give up relatively quickly in favor of standing. The mist, just like before, would stop at every nook and cranny that surrounded Ezgi, perfectly silhouetting her shape as she rose. The girl would place the puzzle pieces together relatively quickly as to the nature of this being, jumping to the conclusion that they were either a god or a demigod. Either way, they deserved respect and so she would try to meet their standards of politeness.

"Ah, y-yes... I-I w-won't die of th-the cold, sir. I'm err.. E-eternally bound to live t-this way, already f-frozen on t-the inside. Or w-well, close to it, a-anyway." 

The girl smiled and her words seemed genuine. She was truly accustomed to this sensation of freezing, as her tone was confident despite the tremors, and her body posture was normal despite it's shaking.
John
He slowly sat in front of her, not going beyond where the fog stopped. Since she told him that she was okay, Algen wouldn't press more on the matter, deciding to fully believe her.











It was hard to define if the sudden shyness was because of the late introduction...
Jim
Ezgi was admittedly caught off-guard upon his exclamation, suddenly proclaiming to be entirely similar to her in nature or otherwise. Her head tilts in confusion but continues the interaction by exercising patience and understanding by remaining here and still standing. She wondered what he meant when he said he was accustomed to the sound and the nature of how his mist operated, prompting her to speak up.

"S-So you w-weren't or-originally like this? Interesting, w-what prompted you to r-remain i-in this form?"

She realizes in woefully late surprise that questions of that nature were likely personal and impolite to ask, quickly attempting to rescind her vocalization. 

"A-actually! Y-you don't have to a-answer that if you d-don't want to."

Ezgi chuckles nervously, slightly gulping when Algen takes a seat in front of her but nonetheless continues to remain polite. He points to her medical instruments and asks a question.

"Oh! I-It's my medical gear, I-I sometimes visit o-other realms and offer m-medical services to mortals a-and demigods, although i-it's not that effective, since I c-cannot use magic. I just l-like v-visiting o-other realms, call it a h-habit fr-from my past life. I'd love to visit yo-your realm if i-it happens to need my l-less than useful tr-trade-skills."

‎ 
Ezgi sits herself back down cross-legged to remain level with the God, admittedly a little more nervous now knowing that he was a Deity rather than a Demi-God. His introduction aside, she figured it was also her fault for not asking what his name was as well, instead choosing to blabber about some random topic that was likely irrelevant to the conversation. 

"N-No, no, yo-you're fine! I'm glad y-you enjoy t-talking more than establishing a p-presence. It shows your ch-character, methinks, sir."

The pale girl watches as he creates a bunny from the smoke and states his domains, making her feel another bout of anxiety pool in her stomach. It seemed she was more prone to meeting Gods than anything else, only Surtr seemed to be the other of her kind she'd met so far. 

"N-Nice to meet you, M-Mr. Algen. I g-go by Ezgi. But, my epithet refers t-to me a-as.."

The bunny had jumped into the invisible aura around Ezgi, dissipating and disappointing the girl. 

"Th-The void bastard. B-but I like to think I'm more than w-what my mother calls me."

She looks troubled.