Efrain
High in the branches of Yggdrasil, an unusual fruit blossomed in the form of a flower. It was a stark-white marigold at first glance, but upon further inspection, its tightly-twisted petals revealed that they weren't *Actually* Petals at all; rather, they were soft, fluffy feathers. If one reached out to touch them, they would sense an intermittent, pulsing warmth emanating from within - the rhythm most similar to that of a calm, steady heartbeat.

Moments passed, and the divine fruit began to glow; softly at first, then brighter and brighter as the heartbeat's tempo crescendoed, culminating in a blazing heat and monotonous chiming tone. The sound echoed throughout the boughs, then diminished as quickly as it had grown - the burning lessening too - until all that remained was cool silence.

Ever so gently, the marigold bloomed open with mesmerizing movement; feathers untwisting and unfurling until finally, a figure was revealed at the fruit's center.

It was a tall, regal woman, her wavy dark hair cascading down to the center of her back. She possessed warm, deep brown skin, and adorned herself with glinting pieces of gold and copper jewelry. She wore a short, black dress embroidered with gold thread on the edges, and in her elegant fingers held a simple, narrow strip of white cloth.

Her piercing gold eyes blinked open, as if waking from a long and pleasant slumber, and she began quietly observing her surroundings.
Janice
*Sitting on a nearby branch Wish saw the new deity being born and his divine heart jumped up with excitement. The God of Hope spent a lot of time at Yggdrasil so he could greet the new gods and give them hope for their new life and generally make their transition from mortal to God more smooth.*

*He flapped his angelic like wings and flew down to Klailahma, his face beaming with exited glee. He looked pretty similar to this new god, in colour scheme anyway. He too possessed gold eyes but with golden blonde hair and plale white skin. His wings were dotted with gold feathers and on his head was gold crown of laurel leaves. *

*He was draped in flowing white linen robes and was acompanied by a few Golden peaked doves that flew down with him and showed their interest in this new god. One perched itself on the elegent women's shoulder. Of course there was a major height diffrence. Wish's normal form was only 5ft and the new god was considerable taller only making him waist high compared to her.*

*Landing on a nearby branch Wish began speaking to her. The short God's smile was full of perly white teeth and as he got closer there was a calming aura around him, a gentle warmth. The feeling of hope literly ebbed off Wish.*

"Hello, Greeting and How do you do?"

*He said bowing a little.*

"Its been a while since a new Deity has been born though I take this is the first you are hearing of this yes?"

*He said as one of the doves climbd up from Wish's shoulder and perched itself on his head.*
Efrain
"...Yes..." The goddess answered slowly, her voice rumbly and low like summer thunder. She turned her head, studying the dove that perched on her shoulder, and gave it a soft, tentative pat on it's head.

"I am... Kamilrahma. I offer the mercy of death, to ease the suffering of mortal life," She explained, her words coming a bit quicker now as she grew accustomed to speaking. 

Gingerly, she leaned forward and slid off of the marigold bloom she'd been sitting upon, landing easily on a close branch. As she stood up to her full height, the remnants of the feathery white bloom began to dissipate in a non-existent wind; many of the feathers brushing and sticking to her back. She rolled her shoulders, and the feathers organized themselves into a proper, large pair of amazingly soft wings.

"And death... Takes indiscriminately," She murmured, looking down at the white cloth still in her hand. Without hesitation, she lifted it up to her noble face, tying it like a blindfold over her eyes. She smiled softly, now fully satisfied with her appearance, and gently moved Wish's dove from her shoulder to the palm of her hand. Her grand wings unfurled, then beat once against the air - lifting her upward to land gracefully next to where the God Of Hope stood.

"Here, your little friend," She said, offering the dove to return with outstretched hands. "Thank you for greeting me."
Janice
*The Bird walled from Kamilrahma's hands and onto Wish's shoulder. The Dove that was perched atop his head remained there and sat down. The size difference between the two God's was quite apparent sincet he top of Wish's crown (minus the bird) stood a few inches above her waist. Unfurling his own angelric and white featherd wings, he lifted himself up and few up high to be head height with Kamilrahma.*

*His short stature meant that he was several foot of the ground in order to be head to head with her but it didn't bother him.*

"My name is Wish and I am the God of Hope."

*He pointed to one of his doves that perched itself on one of the branches.*

"I call these Hoplites, they are my eyes and ears in the mortal realms and allow me to see which mortals are in need of a sprinkle of hope."

*He said making a sprinklings motion with his hand, as he did so several gold particles fell from his fingers and vanished before they touched the ground.*

"So Let me understand you are the godess or Mercy or of death?"

*Wish ashed, his small white pupil in his golden eyes darting around in his skull.* 

"There are so many deity's here these things get confusing."

*He said pulling up a list from his robe's sleeve which supposed to be a list of all the deityy's but instead he pulled out a shopping list in which the contents was:

-Bread
-Milk
-Hot Choclate - The silky one not the one that tastes like wood!
Efrain
"I am both, Wish. I am the cool drink of water beneath the burning desert stars, when there is no oasis in sight. I am the warmth of a solitary fire amidst harsh snows, the sky white with inhospitable cold. I am the gentle cradle of a sickly babe in it's weeping mother's arms, giving it one last comfort before it stills all too soon."

Kamilrahma paused, her wings folding neatly against her back before continuing. 

"Yes, I am death itself; inevitable for all mortals, but... I am kind. A merciful end, that they need not be fearful of meeting. Does that make sense to you?"

With her explanation complete, it was now that the goddess noticed the odd list in Wish's hand.

"Why... Do you need those items? I don't believe we need to eat. Unless you do so for recreation?"
Janice
*Of course the truth is Wish was a raging hot chocolate addict but he kept that hidden from everybody say his doves. With a somewhat eccentric folding of his arms Wish threw back his head and said grandiosely:*

"Hot chocolate is the the best thing mortals have created second only to ABBA."

*He flew up and a few metres and perched himself upon a branch, the light of the atmosphere around him made Wish's aura more visible like a thing gold light thar eradiated from him. His attention was gripped for a few minutes as he felt something happen in his own Realm, the lad of the harpies. A tribe had gone to war with another. Of course wish hated it when such things happen but he had given his mortals free will and as such eh did not want to intervene too often.*

*Upon returning to reality and the moment in front of him, Wish looked at Kamilrahma's with a friendly smile as he reached into his robes and pulled out a thermo flask filled with piping hot Costa's own hot chocolate and took a sip.*

"You know many beings fear death. I try to give mortals hope in knowing that Death is not an enemy of life. For I am Hope in flesh, the shooting star people wish for a better future. I hear all the midday prayers of the desperate and I listen to those calling out for hope. So to answer your question I do understand."

*He said somberly, before talking a sip and slurrping loudly.*
Efrain
Kamilrahma hummed shortly in agreement, nodding as Wish finished speaking. "I am glad to have met you so soon, then, o' Star of Hope; may we have many more meetings together."

Despite the blindfold over her eyes, she turned her head downward - as if gazing upon the lower branches of her arboreal mother, in quiet reverence.

"I think I will depart now, and familiarize myself with the Realms. I'd like to choose the perfect place to create something of my own, and meet some of the other deities."

The goddess looked back, her attention returning to the smaller god.

"Tell me, Wish, where is your land located? I deign to visit and see what you have conjured up sometime, if you'd have me. In turn, it would be my honor to invite you to my own, once I have crafted it."
Janice
*From the same sleeve he took out his shopping list, Wish pulled out a flute, a smiple thing made out of a silvery marble. This was the flute Wish used to create his realm, Seirograd. The World Whistle as his mortals called it.*

*He called out to her:*

"I would be honourd. If you are ever in the eastern realms come to Seirograd the lands of forest and Harpies."

*And with that he evaporated in a plume of golden smoke. The only thing left behind was the cho of the tune he played on his flute as he vanished.*
Efrain
A few moments after Wish's disappearance, Kamilrahma knelt upon the solid branch beneath her, palms flat against the gnarled wood. She placed her forehead to the bark, offering wordless gratitude to her sleeping mother for giving her life.

"I shall do my best," She whispered, then stood once more; her massive white wings slowly unfurling like the sails of a galleon. 

*The East... Seirograd... That sounds quite pleasant. I will definitely visit that realm first, once my own land is complete. For now, though, I must begin my scouting,* She thought. *Perhaps I'll meet a few of my other brethren along the way.*

With her goal solidified, Kamilrahma raised her wings high above her head - still only for a moment - before swiftly bearing them down upon the air around her. Her divine form shot up high, a tapestry of stars burning brilliantly overhead; so overwhelmed with joy the goddess was, experiencing her existence for the first time, she couldn't help but *Laugh*. It was a warm, low sound, like the long-awaited thunder of a replenishing summer storm; it rippled throughout the sky as she twisted and swooped in the air. After a few minutes of simply enjoying her flight, Kamilrahma slowed to a leisurely glide and coasted away from the World Tree, ready to discover what awaited her amongst the Roots.

[End]