King Deshret was a strong and fair ruler. He did his best to make sure all sides were happy with the results whenever it came down to a dispute or arguments. At the same time, he had to make sure he was able to carry out justice when it was needed. The people worshipped him, happy to have such a fair and just God.

There were times when Deshret needed to get away and take time for himself. One evening, he did just that, riding out on his horse. The cool desert air brushed against his face as he traveled, carrying the scent of sand and distant jasmine. After some time, he realized he was subconsciously navigating towards the edge of the desert, where it met the lush forests of Sumeru. The transition from arid sands to vibrant greenery created a breathtaking landscape of contrasting colors.

As he was about to turn back, he heard the delicate sound of singing carried on the breeze. The melody was pure and hauntingly beautiful. Dismounting and securing his horse to a tree, he followed the sound through the increasing vegetation. It led him to a sun-dappled clearing where a beautiful woman sat upon a moss-covered stone. It was you, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating patterns on your skin as you sang to the small, woodland Aranara who had gathered around you, all happily listening with enraptured expressions.