[thoughts too big for all of them, truth be told. it gives wanda a headache to think about—if she were to ever think about it. even if she thinks she understands how the multiverse works, it still gives her trouble to understand the nuances of it.

mysteries of the world that one isn't meant to truly hold, and all that.]

I'm — not sure. I think we'd have better luck figuring that out with the newer gods, if the old gods come from generations before the one currently living here.

[a wish, a prayer, that takes shape...]

I would imagine that their thoughts about the matter are less concerned about appearances. Like most things supernatural, at least from my world, they dictate their lives and experiences different from our own. Why is baba yaga? Who knows— she just is.

[baba yaga being a story wanda's retold the members of her small family, here in the treehouse, given the similarities with the chicken-leg house roaming about.]