A Dragon Takes Flight
The earth beneath Heavenfall lay sundered and broken. Great shelfs of disturbed earth and stone jut out at angry angles that ripple across the landscape in jagged lines streaming outwards from where the great spear lay buried in the earth. Yet this disturbance was only to harken the arrival of another. Beckoned by the pull of Anath Homura, the earth began to shake. Tremors rocked the mountains, and swayed what foliage was there to be shook. The winds howled, harkening the arrival of She, Sathira. The air crackled with divine energy, gouts of dirt exploding from the ground where shadows trailed after. Mighty columns of kaleidoscopic color crashed into the earth, embedding themselves this way and that, creating bridges where dark chasms had since formed. Two mighty black and purple wings stretched into existence, shedding the caked on earth.
From where she burst from the earth lay a yawning black chasm. An abyss of mountainous depth, seeming to draw one to the very edge of its precipice that they might gaze down and be pulled in if they surrender to their urge for even an instant. Yet standing upon its edge would greet one with a spectacular sight. With light seemingly fighting the abyss below, every wall twinkles with brilliant color. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds and amethysts, every color of the rainbow would greet them. A shining path that leads down into the depths of the cavern and seems to stretch on into eternity yet branching out into dozens of different paths.
Draping a massive claw upon the cap of a mountain and resting her wings, Sathira gazes out over the broken landscape, now much improved with her vast presence, and radiant gifts. The spear garners her attention, the incredible power of the souls within it humming in the air a grin spreads across Sathira's maw. A thunderous voice echoes across the landscape so surrounded by mountains and storms, the rain and thunder paling in comparison to the divine right that is her voice.
"Sathira, Mother of the First Flight and all Dragonkind arrives. Now, so too shall my kin." Then with an almighty roar that rumbles across the fabric of this world and into its very depths, she spoke yet once more. "Come." And so they arrived, soaring on wings of every color of the rainbow. Reds, golds, blues, and every color in between. Taking to the skies and circling the area via the sky, a brilliant tapestry of scale and fang. From her brow exploded a brilliant shadowy aura which wormed its way into the hearts of her kin, a powerful compulsion to gather artifacts of power, for both themselves and to offer her in tribute to garner her favor.
With a gesture of a mighty claw, she blesses her kin with the power of the Draconic Heart. Such immense creatures cannot thrive as they do without the divine might that Sathira herself exudes. In order to bless them with the power to sustain themselves without much rest, she ties their power to a small fragment of divinity. Brilliant treasures which take a different form for each dragon, but all spectacular. Yet, after all this. One such piece most caught her eye. One of the reds and their manifested heart. One which she could watch. And with that, she settled onto this mountain upon which she still clung to with one claw. And watched them scatter across the land. Looking to create their own hoards, kin and exert their power to bring her items of power to enhance her own.