I glance down from my perch in my enchanted forest, watching with interest as these...things that resembled my brother's griffins came from the sky, heading into the human villages. My godly bow formed between my hands, and I prepared to rain down a hail of nature's fury at the beasts...but I paused once I realized that, after the initial confusion, they were actually unintelligent lifeforms...to serve as steeds?
Willing Oracle, my weapon of many forms, to disappear, I rested back on my throne of knotted branches, watching with interest at this new piece of creativity.