Drael flew over to Valla and then landed at her feet, sitting herself, "You're welcome.  We come here once a year for a celebration, but that's not for another few moons.  We're about halfway there, I guess.  Only a few hours of flight for me... too bad you don't have wings," she grinned, turning her small head to watch Tommy until he disappeared around the tree.<br/><br/>Besides being huge, there was nothing otherwise obvious about it.  But Tommy felt it as well - there was something magical about this place, a power that both of them could feel.  As he came around the other side, he crouched and rubbed his thighs for a moment before he went to the backpack and pulled the tent from the ropes holding it to the top, "So did the goddess sleep under the tree?  Does she ever return?  And why do the Blighted hate it here?" he asked in rapid succession, working the large tent as he did.<br/><br/>Drael looked a bit flustered by the rapid questions, but took them in stride.  "She slept in a cave deep below to hide from her father, Pelae, and his wrath" she started, drawing a look from Tommy at the name of the god, "But her love sought a way to meet her, so he wrapped his arms around where she slept, creating his island.  Breathing into the air, he created the clouds in the sky and the rain.  Yala heard the rain and came out to see, finding him there waiting for them.  But the rain did not last for long and they had to flee themselves when he saw them.  If not for her mother's intervention, pushing her father from the sky, he would have destroyed them.  That night, she gave birth to my people and our siblings, who then gave birth to everything else." She paused, looking at the two of them for a moment, "Any questions so far class?" she laughed, feeling like she was teaching their young.