As she resided in the overall emptiness of space, it was a reminder of how much the place had deteriorated. It was a far cry from the prime years. Sitting on her throne and with a raise of the left hand bringing about the sun, and with the right bringing thoughts and dreams to all her creations and children. Her form was always to some extent a reflection of her mood. And while the initial excitement of having company was strong, the need to focus and make use of that had now won out to have new guests.
Give everyone a lion face. Rain coal. Could a mimic assume the form of a coffin? It would certainly save on burial space. Maybe bring back the authority flower. Or perhaps not. Her civilization probably should survive long enough to develop a proper foot hold. That probably rules out the freedom fireplace.
A lot of thoughts went into the creation deity's mind. Most of which, did not appear to be particularly useful. She'd get to doing all of those eventually, but for now, the basic structure had to be followed to put everything together before decorating it.
At most, she could at least find some new ash elementals to gather, she imagined. Not much for people with talent, but if they're willing to learn and study under someone with true mastery of the arts, who was she to refuse? Still, she needed to draw more attention. She wasn't sure exactly how far her reach would go, but she channeled her focus in the void to searching for what her options were.