In the centuries since Danika’s creation of the Elves, she began to sleep for longer and longer periods. At first it was less than a season, then an entire season. When she was awake, she hardly left the Storm Isles at all.
Elves still brought her treasures, and sometimes even the beasts would travel to talk to her, brought by the Elves. Much had been created, and she loved learning of the new birds, plants, and formations that were being discovered all across Ar’rin.
The Storm Elves had learned the skill of crafting, and they began harnessing the Magicks of the storms to enchant staves and cloaks. Their knowledge of the world was growing in leaps and bounds, and it all delighted Danika very much.
All Elfkind and faerie folk began trading with the Storm Elves for these gifts and traditions of barter and celebration were created to ritualize these events. Danika observed that her greatest ambitions and dreams were being made real, and she trusted them more and more with her ideas. And so she slept, while their toiled, creating her dreams in the land and the people of Ar’rin.
Even as she slept, smithing, gem-cutting, music, and art were born. Other godlings grew bored with the progress of Ar’rin, due to the success of the Elves and the faerie folk, they began to move to the other continents.
Even the roughest stone and hardest metals had beauty in them, and together the peoples of the land created the future, all from the dreams of Danika. Mithril and silver were adorned with glittering rubies and sapphires, the greatest pieces became coveted and grand parties were had to view and celebrate the masterpieces.
But not all the gods have left. One remained, in the Frozen North of Ar’rin, Arkon toiled upon his own creations. For he had not been ignoring the development of the lands to his south, or its people. He had spies of his own, beasts and birds that had been remade to his liking, who were made strong by the harsh northern weather. The light of the moons was filtered by the dark clouds and shadowy veil that Arkon wrote to give himself privacy. And while storms were common, the brutal blizzards in the north kept the Danika’s people from journeying to bother him.
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