The serval has little qualms with correcting, tricking, and eluding those who stand before him. His paws flex against the bark, sly smile almost too big for his grinning face as his tail sways hypnotically behind him. They all speak, except for one, and some answers are so ridiculous that the serval cannot help but let out a mocking laugh, gliding down and around the trunk of the tree to another branch as he surveys them royally. He replies to them in turn, invested in each and every response, for he does not make these decisions lightly. The first girl to approach mentions her brother, whose silence sticks out as he sidles up to her. Glinting black eyes pierce down upon the young girl.

"Your brother who disregards me? Young thing, purpose comes from inside you. If the Gods told you that your purpose was to let everyone walk all over you, would you ascribe to their commands?" With a flick of his tail he turned to the next equine, already bored of the twins with their youngness and their naivety. But it seemed naivety was not exclusive to only children, and the cat rolled its eyes and slipped down to hang indolently across the branch, eyeing Tilney. "And what happens in this peaceful world of yours, sir? The same actions every day, the same hellos, the same ticking clock. Would you not drive others to madness then? Peaceful creatures turned to devils, yearning for change." Perhaps he should let them ask the Gods these questions, receive a far harsher answer, but if he is to be called upon for this task then he shall steal the pleasure of twisting these plain little creatures inside out.

Raeden at least asks for something respectable. "How kind of you," he purrs, coal black eyes glinting as he dissolves into smoke to sit upon her shoulder. "But how can we learn if we do not suffer?" And he disappeared from her once more, prancing along the tree branches once more, imitating the odd gait of the creatures below him. A scoff is spared to those who ask for items, and he flicks his tail and they disappear, transported to the land they had previously come from. As if they had never been. He has no time for them, not when he desires philosophy and crinkled brows. Power and greed do not belong here.

At least he is then delighted by the umber elder who spits calm vitriol, and the serval's eyes gleam with anticipation. "So full of life, you are, for one your age. And faced with one of these gods...would your courage hold true, to tell them what you have told me?" After all, while the serval was capable of many magical feats, the Gods were nearly boundless in what they could say and do to the old stallion. Volterra, far younger, is boring. The serval narrows its eyes and with a flick of his tail a meteor shower of tiny, painful sparks descends upon the boy. "I am the one who grants that passage to their side, child. Do not presume you are above me." And then he is grinning once more, already moving on to the next.

Zyanya's voice is quiet, but he hears her nonetheless. "Oh? You would not wish for the safety of all? Is it out of love for your family, or shallowness?" The serval did not truly care what they sought from the mouths of the gods. That was not his place to question or care about. No, he wanted to make them think. He wanted them to grow, to hate him, to feel frustrated and confused. Only then could they change their spirits.

Eldala is next. "Do you think they pay specific attention to you and your affairs? Or is it desperation that drives you to them, praying for their omniscience to extend that far?" But the creature is not firm with only those who can withstand his temper, and the butterfly child is not spared for her sass. With a flick of his tail she would feel as if fire ants were crawling all over her body, stinging and itching painfully for a few long minutes.

"And whose fault is it that you are blind to their existence, child? Do not blame me for your laziness, there are many faithful souls who could have educated you. Or perhaps curbed your tongue." Children these days, really! Though he could not say much as the serval was and always had been a trickster himself, even as a kitten.

Hector is given a simpering, romantic look. "And what if they do not desire a lover? A family? Would you exclude them from your well wishes because of what your own heart desires?" Before quickly moving on to Erthe. "Honesty? You would take away the valuable time of a god to call them down and say "Please be honest throughout your eternal life. Thank you!" and leave? What a waste." If she had a specific question that she then implored their honesty perhaps he would have understood. But why would a GOD lie to a mortal? They had no reason to most days.

"And you, oh silent one? Have you anything to say regarding your sister's confession?" Ah, there. Everyone. Now to sit back and watch their amusing reactions.

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