The vines to seem to hold the weight pretty well, however they seem to tug themselves up towards the island. Seems that the only limiting thing here was the height of the vines.

((oh wow nem's huge. that's only gonna change how i describe trove, you're goo))

Once the pair has made it up to the island, they're met with a shockingly flourishing garden. There's a couple of trees, sourrounding what looks like a small building. It looks like there might be a greenhouse behind it, but it's difficult to tell when there's a distractingly bright person tending to some of the plants; cheerfully humming. Continuing to hum, it stands up, stretching its wings in the same motion, and brushes off its pants. They call out to the two arrivals while turning to face them, revealing that it visually lacks much of a face, "Hello, welcome to my nest, make yourself at home!"
 

The glowing person seems to be smiling, considering that it looks like their mouth is solid black, it's quite hard to see that it isn't. Thankfully, most of the flashbang is under clothing, which seems to be rather unusually effective at blocking it, mostly a large white coat. Feathered red wings contrast against the rest of its blinding form. A proper glowing halo floats above the stranger's head, which seems to glow more... really? Like it is actually producing light, but the rest of the glowstick's body isn't.  Its dark red hair waves gently in a breeze that is not quite here yet. Why is this bird glowstick almost as tall as Nemesis?

It begins to walk towards them, a tail ending in a teal point swishing behind them, and it becomes increasingly more obvious that it has bird feet. "I am Trove, and- Wait, are you not the goddess Nemesis? To what do I owe the pleasure? Is there somebody that I've wronged? Oh, I dearly hope not, that would be quite troublesome." The longer they talk the more... calm. seems to surround Leon and Nemesis' minds. Not like magic, more like... its voice sounds like peace. Like the dove's olive branch, or the waving flag's pale white. A treatis without a war, and a song without notes.

"Oh, the pleasure's all mine, Leon! Yes, there are quite a variety of plants here, would you like some I've prepared? I have some for teas, as well as a few herbal remedies. My selection isn't the grandest currently, but I've found most taste best fresh." Trove steals Leon's hand and shakes it, leaving a warm feeling; almost like he just grasped hands with a lightbulb. They release his hand after the shaking.

Trove senses Nemesis increase the anger in the air, and turns to her and bows; more than Leon did to it. "It's always a pleasure to meet with you divine, although I would prefer if you did not impress yourself overly onto my home, the creatures whom assist me in the gardens are quite susceptible to being influenced." Its voice does not increase its calming sensation, perhaps because it does not control the effect. Although their words do hasten, probably to get its message across faster, before the random bugs and birds start gang wars.

"No need to apologize, not one lacks flaws." Trove smiles gratefully as Nemesis lets the anger fall lower, before turning its attention back to Leon. "And normally I'd love to show you around my garden, but unfortunately I've only just recently awoken from death, so it is a little overgrown and unkind at the moment."

A loud scream could be hard from the sky as Crimson came falling down and hitting the ground with a shallow thud, folloing him was Fang, who landed on Crimson back a bit too hard and yelped in pain.  Flare flapped his wings and landed with little to no problem on the ground and watched at Crimson and Fang rolled over and sat up.  Crimson bonked Fang on the head and sent her hiding behind Flare.  "That's the LAST time I have you pick out a magic charm!  When they said random affect, I DIDN'T MEAN FALLING ON THE GROUND FROM THE SKY!" he screamed at her. 

Fang stuck her head out from behind Flare and mocked him.  "Yeah it's YOUR fault actually because you pressured me to--"

Flare placed his hand over Fang's mouth and sighed.  "I believe we have some...divine company Cor.  And Fang, do mind giving me the charm next time shall we?  As for you Cor..." Flare said rather gladly and walked over to Crimson and helped him to his feet.  "Might I recommend next time you actually listen?" 

The trio talked some more before turning their attention to the other deities.  Crimson stood up and bowed.  "Sorry for the mess!"   

"Oof sibling murder...that sucks." Leon said, attempting to sympathize. His eyes narrow when he spots Crimson, "You." Is all he says, it seems he has not forgotten their last encounter.

The flare in Nemesis' aura is a sharp and immediate response to Crimson and co. sudden appearance. Quickly filling their surroundings with aggressive anger and malice. She's breathing deeply, eyes closed, attempting some sort of meditation technique. 

"Not my fault!  Fang just chose a horrible market charm!" Crimson told Trove.  Fang grumbled and slapped Crimson on the neck.  Crimsom receded in pain and rubbed his neck and began to bicker with Fang. 

Flare sighed and walked over to Trove.  "Thank you.  I appreciate the help.  Those two are always like this sadly.  Adopting personalities and words like a book of many genres.  I am Flare, Crimson's advisor.  Fang is his...pet so to speak." he said in a rather calm and composed manner, as if he was speaking to a person above him.   

Trove sighs, and presses two talons against the bridge of presumably a nose. It's hard to tell, since the majority of its face is glowing and blurry, asides from the details that can be gleamed from the few surrounding feathers. "I am Trove, the Scarlet Hawk. A scholar. Welcome to my nest." And Flare would be correct in assuming Trove is above him, at least in terms of them being taller than any of his group. Seems to be shorter than Nemesis though, although the wings and halo and being closer than her make it slightly hard to tell. The bird calls over to Crimson and Fang, "Would you two cease your bickering, or at least take it away from my isle? I've no doubt that you could easily cause destruction in my garden, and I'd be rather inclined to force your departure should you do so."

Trove(Whom is not a man, Zane.) laughs lightly, and answers, "I don't eat people, you're in no danger of that. Fang isn't a common name around here, which sect are you from; if I may ask?" They've folded its hands together, and drops them to a resting position in front of it; and  steps off to the side, letting Leon and Nemesis have an easier time joining the conversation should they wish.

"Oh the outworlders." Nemesis comments, "Still haven't found a way home?"

Leon frankly looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here. Still he stays, sticking close to Nem but seemingly more restless by the second.