RP WORLD: The Realm of Skies
"Meow?" she opined.
It wasn't much of a race, given that the Myrmidon had the edge on you and knew how to actually get where you were going, but you arrived at the city of Gloaming at a good pace.
It was a highly vertical city, clearly designed with free-flying spirits in mind first and moon-jumping mortals second. Like with the the rest of the realm, everything was tied together by the roots and branches of great trees. Here, you even saw a few cherry blossom trees that emanated divine power.
While passing through the market area, your natural instinct for intrigue told you that many people around you were hoping for a chance to speak with Pallav - and as you had correctly guessed, that was because the god was outside of his palace and in the market.
He wasn't as grand as you expected - he looked like a young man, very early twenties at the oldest, with pinkish-white skin and platinum blonde hair. He was wearing a long white surcoat with a hood, trimmed with gold thread.
He spotted you, and smiled. "You may approach me, Caerden-El of Remad. I have known of your presence since you first arrived. If you had sent a letter ahead, I would have prepared a suitable welcome for another Divine - as it is, you've caught me at market."
He picked up an old-looking apple from the bargain bin, paid for it, and then offered to you. In his hands, it became as fresh as the day it was picked again. You were still about twenty feet away, so you would have to approach him to take it.
Amy was quiet - obviously, she knew not to speak before being spoken to by a Realm's ruler.
Note: The suffix '-el' is an honorific for a divine being. He's both being polite and also old-fashioned.