First came the Dwarves: union between spirit and land. Then, the Elves: those that aspired to soar with the currents. Then, the Gnomes: their creative spark at the cost of longevity. When the first Gnome passed, both Mother and Father were confused at the feelings they had over them. It’s said that when the Daughter came into being as an embodiment of what would be known as “sorrow”, rains covered the whole of #Matea for a month without halting.
And still, time moves on.
#Lore24 1/4/24
While the Daughter set about her work handling the passage of those who had died, Mother and Father were pleased with how well she was doing. They decided to bring the Sister into existence, confident that she would also do well and find a place. Sadly, without focus, Sister found herself without a role to fulfil, and her feelings turned to anger and futility.
Meanwhile, those elves who loved the skies more than their earthly ties became the Aarakocra.
And still, time moves on.
#Lore24 2/4/24