Finir never expected in his lifetime that he would step foot in the Garden of Eden. Or Genesis, as his people called it.
"This...was where...everything started," Finir said to himself, awestruck by the dominant presence of the giant tree before the party. He craned his head back to see just how high this giant went, to see its branch go beyond even the fabrics of reality, into what wonders or oblivions lie beyond.
"To think that I'd even be alive here is an achievement in and of itself!"
Finir pushed his body up to bring Frigga back into a more comfortable grip, and continued onward on a little sightseeing venture. But a thought crossed his mind.
"Hey, wouldn't there still be animals here..?" he asked no one in particular.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.