Norma
Silph takes Nareau by the arm and unfurls her wings. The slow heavy sound of beetle's wings quickly turn into a deafening symphony as her swarm of beetles follow's her into the air.

Once in the air they glide soar down through the branches until they hit the roots of Yggdrasil, Silph takes a moment to admire the sheer size and grandeur of the world tree, before turning to Nareau and saying

"Amazing this place is truly beautiful. Did you enjoy the trip down friend Nareau?"
Shirley
Nareau observes creation on the descent downwards. Gaia's trunk eclipses all sight, leaving only the gargantuan expanse of divine bark, the void, and the two gods.

Nareau gazes at Silph. Particularly at her eyes... Nareau realizes that they do not have eyes of their own. Strange, they can perceive just as fine. There is nothing to give reason to why she cannot, however it feels right to have eyes to have sight. They spend a few moments in their mind weaving together the image of their own eyes. Then, as if they were always there, she opens all 8 of her eyelids, exposing two dominant eyes of irridescent iris pigments and 6 supplemental eyes of arachnid form. 

After the descent Nareau observes the grand roots and void with novel sight.

"It was pleasant, friend Silph"

They look down at the scraps of rich soil and land that clings to Gaia from the void. Nareau further climbs down the roots to this soil noticing decaying fragments of Gaia's leave intermixed with clay.

Nareau begins to pick up a clump of such dirt and begin to mold it in their arms.
Norma
Silph for a time becomes lost in thought, taking in the feel of the decaying plant matter beneath her feet and pondering the new forms of life that sprout from death.
Silph regards the fungi and the necrophages and finds beauty in the creation that stems from destruction, seemingly a fact of life in this strange new world.
After a time she turns towards the spider like god Nareau who is molding something from the dirt and clay and decaying matter that clogs the roots. 
"What is it that you are making friend Nareau?"
Shirley
Nareau works lost in unexplainable though. Molding form into the clay, revising, changing, sculpting as they did to themselves upon their birth. Something, some form, some memory nags at them. 
This torso is too distorted; the leaves and clay are imbalanced; it doesn't bond together well in the joints; it lacks connection with what is; it lacks spark.
Frustration grows at every error, destroying the failures and starting anew each time.

"I am making... Something. It is like our forms. Like the skeleton we saw... Skeletons. They're normally within something. Giving shape, substance, and sturdiness. What was it... Can you help?"

They hold up the most recent iteration of their clay figure.
Norma
Silph regards the clay figure for a time, thinking on what was asked of them.

"Yes of course Nareau I can help you"

Silph tentatively reaches out and grabs the figure and studies it in her hands, turning it in the light.

"Skeletons... Yes, it needs some sort of internal support structure!" 
Silph picks up a carrion beetle in order to help illustrate her point
"So you see, this beetle has a sort of external support structure, the carapace keeps everything inside and where it should be, but what if it had an internal carapace instead? A rigid system throughout it's body that the softer tissues cling to, in order to maintain it's support?"

Silph let's the beetle fly away and hands the figure back to Nareau.
Shirley
They listen, staring at the figure, molding silph's ideas into their mental image of the creation. 

They nod slightly. Accepting the figure again. They take the form of clay, mud, and foliage and mold it. Over the course of many cycles, they work with their many hands to spin the substance into essence like wool to yarn, and knit and weave it into flesh and bone, sinew and blood. Finally resting to show Silph the newly formed humanoid body in their hands. They turn in speak to the body,

"You are first of your kind, the Solomani, but will not be the last. I bless you with feeling, thought, and language, just as was given to us. I give you these gifts to love each other and find pleasure in creation, but this is not your purpose. You are given your own will to decide that for yourself, something even we Gods were not given. Yours is what you make for yourself, we will be with you through the journey."

They pull of strand of glowing divine thread from their core and melt it into the body. Though the person is not yet awake. They hand the person over to Silph.

"Please give them a blessing, dearest Silph."
Norma
Silph thought long and deep for a moment as she gazed upon the newly formed Solomani. Silph knelt down and spoke blessings to the being just as Nareau did.

"Young one I present you with these gifts, first I give you memory so that you may learn and grow from your past, second I give you the ability to create and destroy, for all creation is born from destruction, lastly I offer my guidance when the time has come for you to pass on from the world"

When she was finished Silph stood up and turned towards her friend Nareau.

"And thusly we have spoken life into a new being dear Nareau. Where shall we set it down so that it may live free?"
Elsie
Just one of the several dozen incarnations of China makes it down to Gaia's roots in time to see two of his younger siblings creating their first lifeform. Possibly *The* First lifeform, as none of his selves have yet come across anyone else replicating this feat. He catches only the tail end of the process, yet that is still impressive enough.

He cannot wrap his head around the words being spoken by the beetle-winged goddess. Free will? The idea that anything but a god could possess the ability to think for itself utterly perplexes him. Although the first generation of gods were all born more or less within a single cycle of one another, he already feels old, watching these youngsters revolutionise the world with concepts he had never even considered.

Though he makes no effort at hiding his presence from them, neither does China approach. Despite being very interested in the outcome of this experiment, he doesn't wish to intrude and force himself into their moment.
Shirley
Nareau nods, listening to the blessings of their friend. Together, creation was far more beautiful when done with another. Less frustrations. More surprises. Ideas, souls, and minds brought together. Satisfaction. They turn their perception for a moment towards the world tree. Gazing upon Gaia's gargantuan solitude. They notice the porcelain god floating above. Were we gods made for Gaia's loneliness, or an act of similar union with the void. There must be some means of communicating with the great one. We gods are connected, truly, but not in language... Something to address. 

Nareau turns again to Silph. Appraising both their blessings. Memory, creation, destruction, guidance, emotion, thought, language, free will. As creatures of destruction they would be destroyed, as Gaia shows us in the very soil. Alive with a great intensity before rejoining the soil they are made of. Their beings ripped asunder at death and their divine fragment to be collected by Silph in her promised 'guidance'.... They would live and suffer, but not end. It would be change. They are of dirt and Gaia and to both they would return, and be reborn just as Gaia breathes and gives new life to all. With memory and tongue they will live beyond death and rebirth. Together, just as Gaia and the Nothing made we Gods and we Gods make them, they will make new kin, and place in them hopes dreams memories legacies responsibilities and suffering. All would be together.

"You are quite a genius, dearest Silph. I wish to see what you will do with them in their passing," They then point with two hands to the soil clinging to the roots, "For now, we shall place them in this garden bed of our creation to observe and adapt. Soon perhaps we will make a proper home for them and their childer. I will observe but now I am burdened to create family for this first being."

They will set about the process once again of gathering soil and foliage and spinning and weaving it into mortal creation.
Norma
Silph sits with Nareau for a time and assists with the creation of more of the Solomani.

Eventually she gets back onto her feet from her position on the ground and says to Nareau

"Friend Nareau I greatly enjoyed the time we have spent together, but for now I am off to explore more of this most strange world. Let us meet more in the future as friends and allies, is this agreeable?"
Shirley
The creation of the first Solomani tribe had proceeded steadily. 250 Solomani, each one placed in the garden bed, an immense valley nestled in Gaia's roots with fertile soil, wildlife, and shelter. 

"I understand. I quite enjoyed our time as well. I for my part will remain here and observe. Faretheewell, dearest Silph, please do tell me of your explorations when we meet again."

Nareau then turns towards the garden bed, and observed the Solomani nursery. Still and silent.

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Not there anymore, lol lmao. See the realm Dilmun
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