In she comes. :Hello:

:??: It's not exactly a mindvoice. It comes from a different angle, metaphorically speaking, and is harder to make sense of; it's almost more like writing, or a drawing even, than like a voice speaking in words. It also feels very young, unfinished, in a hard to explain way. It feels curious, though the emotion doesn't exactly match the human one. 

:I'm Belrun. It's nice to meet you:

A sense of some presence looking at her from several different angles. :Belrun: It's not quite her name, but there's a sense of recognition, of her-in-particular. :Belrun with Leareth?: Behind those not-quite-words is an echo of - linkages, threads spooling out into the past, a pattern, a coming-together. 

:Yes, exactly:

:Leareth makes : baby god :: Belrun makes : ??: It's a question although it's very much not strung together into anything wordlike. 

:I made the power source for making you:

:!!!: A very strange and alien sense of childlike delight. 

Awwww. On second thought: :Awwww:

:Aww?: It's - repeating back her emotional-overtones but with a questioning note added. 

:You're cute. I don't know if you will still be cute when you're grown up but you are now:

Acknowledgement, pleasure, faint confusion. :Power source ___?: Another question mostly in pure concepts and not words. 

:Little tiny creatures that grow very fast can make power when they die, so we grew a lot of them:

More sense of turning from side to side, peering at her outstretched Mindspeech answer from all angles, and then the baby god pushes back - an image, sort of, kind of wavering, tiny dots on a blank background, that then burst into flame. :??: 

:We're actually freezing them, not setting them on fire. And they're shaped like -: These little rounded cylinders.

Acknowledgement. The image again, but cylinders instead of dots, and then stylized-snowflakes on top. 

:So?: Leareth asks her. :What do you think?: 

:It's adorable:

Leareth is so delighted by this! He kisses Belrun. :I suppose babies generally are: 

:Yup. A very high quality baby:

Squeeze. :I would like to speak with it for a while longer, but we can both do so at the same time if you wish, it has enough attention: 

:Do you have a name for yourself?: she asks the baby god.

:Name??: It seems politely confused. 

:People have names, words that mean them! You can pick one for yourself, or I can come up with something. It's okay if you need to be bigger before you can think about it:

The baby god seems puzzled but intrigued. Sense of turning-over-and-sideways. 

:babygod?: it suggests. It's not quite the word, more just concepts smushed together into a little compact bundle.