[ Flowers and mushrooms of various colors existed across the ruined city, but most of it was shades of grey and beige. And his prison before, mostly the same even if the shapes were different. But this place, with its vibrant flora and somehow more vibrant fauna, was almost overwhelming in its beauty.

The pigeon (wildly different from what someone else had called a pigeon, dun grey and slim, flying overhead one day) startled the god with its boldness, expression opening in surprise. ] Oh - hello.

[ He reached for more seed, though Ironeye offered a different treat. He held out a bandaged hand for the slices, and extended one cautiously to the large bird. ] I've never seen birds like these. Strange they stay here, if they are meant for the south.

...What food is this? [ he asked of the gold fruit, though his attention was already again on the pigeon as it eyed him this way and that, then plucked the fruit from his outstretched fingers. ]