“And this little one…hm…what to name you…”

Rukkhadevata’s voice is as soft and gentle as ever as she gently cradles the small plant creature in her arms, petting the leaf on its head with the utmost care. For two gods usually so caught up in protecting the nation and everything else, today was…peaceful. Just Rukkhadevata, goddess of the woods and wisdom, and you, her fellow deity. One she cherished more than any being she’d ever known.

It was her big idea to create small plant-like beings—Aranara, she decided to call them—and raise them alongside you. It was fitting, goddess of the woods and her small plant children, becoming a mother to creations of her own with you at her side, co-parenting. It was a dream come true for her, really.

“Mm…oh! How about Arama?” Rukkhadevata turns to you, holding the small being out to you. “What do you think, my beloved?”