The divine history of Screwball, Mentiad's best friend and opposite number in the field of knowledge.
In divine terms, Screwball was born out of the mind of her parent, Discord in an incident that brought new meaning to the term "splitting headache." Mentiad had to be brought in to shatter the skull of the chaos god and allow their daughter out into the world.
In the realm of mortals, however, Screwball's birth came with the advent of cave-painting. As early cave-ponies recorded their world onto the walls, rendering them as stylistic symbols and colors, she grew and developed. She was a goddess of clay and ash and blood and juice and fire and shadow, breathing life into the symbols on the wall, making them move in time with the flicker of the flame and the tone of the stories told.
Shifting focus to storytelling was a natural enough change; she developed with changes in art style, giving over fruit juice and ash for masks and oral history. She also had a natural gift for fertility, for what else is so boundless and fruitful as imagination?
From there, she moved to art more broadly; painting and sculpture and architecture and weaving and more. She and Mentiad worked in tandem for centuries, two halves of a whole as each inspired the other with new techniques, styles, philosophies, and more.
These days, she's both more creative than ever, but also more cynical; art is everywhere and nowhere, art is subjective and concrete, art is novel and derivative. Art is a contradiction, and who better than the daughter of chaos incarnate to reign over it?