- Yggdrasil
The base of a world tree is about as sacred and mythical of a domain as the immortal lands can conceptualize.
With the trees' roots being one of the single hardest materials in creation, no one is ever really very keen to set foot in such a domain, lest they risk falling into a prison few can come out of.
And with the temperament of certain sentient trees, it's a very high possibility that one could end up trapped as a source of entertainment for the viscous foliage.
Yggdrasil has turned her roots into a luscious green and watery oasis that is no different from her own personal paradise.
Since having the idea, her sense of vanity had only become worse.
She reclined back in a lawn chair, sipping water from a coconut as she basked in the infinitely beautiful rays of the sprawling cosmos.
*Sigh* "I am awesome..."
Yggdrasil was so old that she was already stuck in her ways. No one other than perhaps Asherah would have had any hope for her.
"Hmm....?"
