There is not even a moment of dull silence before the Earth God appears in all of his chocolate brilliance. He immediately joins the two, and nods to Midas. What does the nod mean? Is he upset with Midas, ignoring him? Her thoughts silence as his powerful voice spews words that the excited little girl can barely process fast enough. "You may call me whatever you wish, child." She beams at him, her head moving in a quick nod. Perhaps she would stick to the God of the Earth for now, but soon she may call him something else. Father, or something along the lines of that. He then proceeds to talk to the chestnut girl about her position. She does not doubt the fact that there have been many story tellers before her. Nor the fact that she could probably be replaced with lightning quick speed. He announces that she has been chosen for her potential, and the idea excites her. She really has potential? Never had she thought herself to have enough potential for a god to notice, but she was naiive and humble. She would miss a lot of things about herself were they not pointed out to her. "Yes, sir." She offers gently and lets her gaze fall on Midas. The conversation is focused on Midas, and this is when Drom decides to watch both Midas and the Earth God.

He is the Earth, the epitome of everything we live on. His wings brown like the soil under the plants, orbs that offer her the idea that he is wise, and rugged features telling her he has faced many years. His entire frame is large and bulky. He towers over her, more so than even Morir had. She had never witnessed such a big animal. His skeleton, along with being tall, was teeming with thick muscle. Midas was built with muscle, but was marginally smaller, though it didn't seem to bother him. Her shortness did not bother her a bit. No one had really made her care about height. Was it necessary to be humongous to be content? No. Midas was a different color than the bay god. The stallion was painted gold, white, and black, three colors that complimented each other exceptionally. His eyes were honey and lively, something she had noticed when they first met.

The ground begins to shake, and she is ripped from her thoughts. The trembling earth that was usually still had given her quite a shock. A moment after the trembling Earth quieted, the Earth said, " but acting upon ignorance is even worse than acting upon fear." The words stung, but Midas accepted them and after the god finished, Midas asked to speak with a Basin filly. Drom would gladly accompany him, but she wasn't sure if he wanted that. If asked, she would accept. She'd wanted to visit the other herds, but would not go alone. She would be content to stay here and help look after the herd while Midas was off. Where is Seele? The mare had been briefly mentioned in passing a while ago, but the leader had not yet been spotted. Had she left? Why couldn't the chestnut find her? Too many questions, too much going on. She continues to think, their conversation carried on as she wondered about the herd and it's mysteries.