Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names

"ENKI! LOOK!" The excitable boy nearly trips as he runs over to the god! He's wrapped in an assortment of holiday lights that light up one by one and then all together. If that wasn't enough, he also has ornaments decorating his auburn hair.

"I'm a Christmas tree! They say you decorate them with lights and these little thingies! Isn't that cool? We should get one!" This Festival also had a lot of interesting activities, and the smell surrounding each ward was ENTICING. He wanted to check them all.

"I must take your word for it I am afraid as I am unfamiliar with the type of tree you describe. If they are as festal as your appearance leads me to believe, I think I would very much like one too." He looks at the bright lights adorning his friend warmly before turning his gaze towards the similarly festive sweaters.

"The desert nights are cold, but the icy sand that is 'snow' permeates one's feathers in a uniquely uncomfortable way." Enki's ears droop for a moment but prick up just as quickly. There are more types of garb here than he's previously seen all in one place. There are colorful garish sweaters, ones that light up in the style of Oliver's outfit, and even ones where there is a larger matching sweater so that humans can coordinate with their... 'furbabies'. Enki has no fur and he is not a baby, but he would very much like a layer of protective clothing adorned in bright hues like a human might wear.

Foxes live in these forests, she remembers the name, although the creatures still feel unfamiliar to her in the way that being awake feels unfamiliar. But this one has a coat of slinky black, and eyes that betray intelligence in the same way her own golden irises betray her nature.

"Have you always been meat?" She asks, approaching the thing, bare hands and feet slick with quickly melting frost.

"You do not look like meat."

Enki leans his head forward sympathetically towards the person who is acting less like a person and delicately sniffs at her chains before pulling back and tilting his head to one side.

"Every form is inconstant. I have not always been this... in the same way that these trees were once ash, perhaps even more so. Not even gods are immune to the mercurial nature of time. Still, I feel I must apologize. Seeing as how I am more ash than tree at the moment, I am able to neither free you from your chains nor the shackles of your past life." Enki sits on the forest floor, tail wiping away the frost as it curls around him.

Their competition was some kind of fox creature, something that looked like a more demented version of her mask. But even then free enjoyment didn't often show up right in front of Sparkle and she'd be a fool (quite literally) not to savor the moment.

While Enki is distracted, the stray leaps at him. Enki barely manages to avoid the cat, but yelps as their claws shear off a few feathers on his rump. He ducks behind the woman's legs, putting her bodily between the cat and himself, pinning his ears back.

"There are many types of gods... but if you say this is true, than it must be so."

"MMMMMMHM!" The young boy nods at the creature's question. The smell was potent. That antichrist or whatever really did leave such a strong smell behind. "The other one is from a fairy--THEY'RE REAL you know!" He refuses to have anyone say they weren't. Who knows, it may affect Peri even if he wasn't here!

"A shame they seem to have left, I would have very much liked to have heard some of their stories. You have a good nose, for a human. Though, it's no surprise you don't recognize my scent." The little creature puffs out his downy chest importantly and fans his tail feathers behind him for good measure.

Oh, he's got a new roommate!

Enki sneezes and rubs his foreleg against his lupine snout before cocking his head to the side and staring up at the human inquisitively.