Opungale.
The Auroras were finally livid with life again. Each, carving its own slice of the world across the vast continent made harmony with nature again, giving light and a dense, unseen dose of vigorous energy. The plant life on the continent seemed to have missed its neighbours and caretakers.
The Auroras were like all the great cities on Feinheath, only friendlier to plant and animal life. For a little while, the Sif, who had been restored from the Seedification ritual through the Deathly Ruse had gathered in all the Auroras, laughing, crying and rejoicing. They tended to their homes, lit the lanterns, hugged the trees and made love. It was good to be home, they had thought, but then Skullius had snapped his fingers, and they weren't home anymore.
They had once again left their entire continent untended. The embers of their vicious joy and relief still lingered in the Auroras though, as did the lights they had left on.
This was for the best.
