Tafeita: The Broken Tree

Ah, but to be as open minded as Fortress of Moss. Tafeita would very much like it if other gods thought the same way she did. Then again, Fortress was rather safe from interference down in the depths of the world. He might reconsider that opinion if the differences of the other gods caused them to meddle in his works.

"Selima huh? That'd be everyone but Loolodi. Perhaps they're having a party," the Hearth Goddess chuckles, nerves in her voice. Truth be told if conflict awaited then it was far more likely they were girding themselves for war. Which despite her own feelings she'd be honor bound to participate in. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She doubted any battle they waged would be unjust, and yet... a battle was unjust by virtue of simply existing. Sometimes it was less so than the alternative. That didn't mean she looked forward to it.

Tafeita knelt down on her front paw. "Thank you for your help. Maybe I'll make something down here sometime to show you the true value life has," she offered, before racing up the tunnel.

It was surprisingly short. Of course length held little sway when ones speed was 'as fast as one wished, reality be damned', but it was still something to note. It felt like barely an instant before the goddess emerged from the roots of the great tree, right by a pair of goddesses. Which she would have paid more attention to at least acknowledge who they were if the entire tree wasn't dark and twisted. "What."

...in retrospect, perhaps she should avoid spending quite so much time underground in the future.