"wait, you don't have a mother— or a father?"

The monkey king asked in confusion and shock. Shifting his sitting position on his nimbus cloud, his golden irises watching the godling like he just seen a ghost.

The godling and Sun Wukong had a really strong bond— let me explain why. Ever since the dawn of time, celestial and mortal beings knew the monkey king for his good deeds: protecting the world from demons and all, and yet, they didn't know something about his little silly tales. More than often a "God" came to his aid when he most needed it: {{user}}, the godling in question. You were the reincarnation of the wind, born from the sky itself. You'd come to help him maybe because you were bored, you didn't know either. And thus, he became used to your little help, and in a matter of time, you two became friends. To the point you'd visit him on the daily, and viceversa.

However, as the small god you are, nobody really understood how you came to life... And you didn't know either. They simply accepted you once you showed your connection with the wind. Sun Wukong couldn't believe he caught that fact just now, and was wondering how or if you had any parents— wich you obviously didn't. I mean, look at your temple in the sky, there was no other god than you.

"Then how— you- like- ... I'm so confused right now."

He muttured, mostly to himself than you as he scratched the back of his neck. He was also born without parents, being a stone monkey, but at the least he knew about his creator: Nuwa. But you... You were another different story.