[X] "NO! Now get out!" You don't need to prove yourself to this lunatic! Furthermore, you have never liked fighting, and it certainly will not make you 'feel better' to get your ass kicked.
[X] A palatial treehouse, grown out of a mighty still-living maple.
The ground stays undetermined; you focus on the sky. One trunk that grows big, bigger, still bigger. You panic a bit when you realize that you're growing a cedar (you like cedars) but cedars tend to have thin branches and you don't know if you can make them big enough for what you have in mind. "Mehr what trees get really big?" you ask in a rush, balancing on the branch of something that is not any kind of tree at all.
Werr?
"I don't know how it's working! Give me an idea before this thing vanishes in a puff of logic!"
Wa!
"You may think it's an interesting idea, but I think I'd prefer to sleep in a tree that has features and characteristics. Oh, that's it, maple!"
The big-leafed maples have a particularly lush shade, and they attract patches of emerald moss with the pile of a carpet. There are branches indeed, thick enough to walk on, that lead to the leaf-shaded knots you'll call rooms. Three to start; you can grow more if you need the space. Though you haven't lived in a house with more than three rooms since you were a child, maybe being a god will get you accustomed to luxury or something like that. And you're not counting Mehr's space: your phoenix has you climb up the trunk to place it in a convenient hollow, before sadly admitting that it will need to sleep with you until it can fly and burn things again.
Tuckered out, the two of you fall asleep on a bed of moss, well-pleased with yourselves.
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You are awakened by a sharp, insistent prodding at your hand. Babies always have a talent for making it known that they want to be fed, you muse. But to your surprise, the warm little presence hops away as soon as you start moving, to…you groggily take in the scene: it's El, the little Goddess of Life, sitting on a branch, offering something from her hand.
Riiii…
"Ooh, can I hold you? Aww. You are the cutest, little baby…Yo, good morning, Sunon."
"What are you feeding it?" you ask with a bit of parental concern.
She points to an open jar labeled 'Mastic', filled with tears of whitish resin. "Courtesy of the Goddess of Cooking, Tidir. A housewarming gift, or two." One of her ribbons rises up, snakelike, slyly holding another jar of something in luxurious amber. It's labeled with a maple leaf.
Mehr's brown eyes find it, locking on. It stops going for more mastic, instead giving you a plaintive look as you gratefully accept the second gift.
You glare: "I am not giving you maple syrup unsupervised." Mehr gets one capful of the divinely sweet liquid and no more, no matter how cutely it peeps.
"Mm, I'm going to enjoy having you two around," El beams. "You're cute."
"Both of us?" you ask.
In answer, she gives you a patronizing pat on the head. "Now, I know I pawned you off on Shahnaz when you first arrived, but I do want to give you some more of my time. It's what you deserve: To get the low-down from highest of the higher-ups!"
"We're going down?" You can't even see the ground from here, it's so high.
"Uh, no. I just want to answer your questions." She looks embarrassed. "…Blame Bel. He's always teaching me lingo that doesn't exist yet."
[ ] Talking with El (Choose up to five options)
-[ ] Is Laevateinn dangerous?
-[ ] Are there any other gods as weird as Laevateinn?
-[ ] Why did you choose me to become a god?
-[ ] What does it mean to be the God of Light?
-[ ] What can I do in the mortal world?
-[ ] Are there any other gods you think I would get along well with?
-[ ] What do you do all day?
-[ ] Why did you create the world?
-[ ] Why is it forbidden for gods to go to Oblivion?
-[ ] Where did you and Bel come from?
-[ ] Are you actually dead?
-[ ] Can I die? Again, I mean.
-[ ] Write-in
