Nlemeanya looked upon all the work She had done so far and smiled. Now this was beginning to look like something that could be lived upon, something where creatures could begin to experience life, and all the trappings that came with it that She held so dear.

But after a moment, a disappointing realization began to wash over Her. She had done some good work so far, sure, but she was exhausted, and had spent much of Her power on the little bit of land She was able to shape. She knew that if this land were to live up to the expectations She had set for it, She would need some help bringing it to its full potential. She would need to work with others. She let out what could only be described as a Primordial sigh, and got to work.

Primordial Gods did not always have a corporeal form, and the space in which they existed did not always have a shape or reason to it. It just was. Nlemeanya, of course, felt that this was not conducive to a real discussion, and so built in this realm of everything and nothing a space perfect for Her preferred form. A massive tree sprung into the air, the branches getting lost among some peaceful clouds. At the top, a large nest area, where She could take the form of a massive Owl that she so enjoyed and perch in a position where all the world was within Her sight.

It was here that She would continue to plan her actions, and where She would wait for others of Her kind to come to, eventually, and hopefully agree to assist with Her plans. For She desperately needed them, and knew that eventually, they would need Her too.