Yet at that time, the air was still, and that stillness came to displease the goddess. She called forth a new element, that the air might move and flow across both land and sea as her breath flowed from her lungs. This she called the wind, and it was best loved by the trees, for when it blew, it caressed their branches and played between their leaves. The elemental Errarrak was set upon Lorata to govern the wind, and while Tezanth had Neemie, and Myrri had Yaz’Zei, Errarrak governed alone, and was thusly content.
With the passing of time, the wind blew hot in some regions, and cold in others, and the cold places grew colder yet. The chill seeped into the waters of those distant regions, and soon they could low no more, and were locked in place, solid and frozen. This the goddess called ice, and saw that it was not crystal, though it appeared as such, and that neither Myrri nor Yaz’Zei was fit to govern it. She saw to the birth of another elemental, Taas, and he covered Mryri’s rivers and lakes with ice.
The goddess understood that another element was needed to keep the ice in balance, lest all of Lorata freeze over. Red and orange it was, and bright even in the deepest night, for it burned like the star Ser, though it was small. Fire and flame she had made, an element sometimes timid and fragile, and sometimes mighty and terrible. To Veniishu she gave the responsibility of tending the fires, warning him to not let the flames wander unchecked, lest they consume everything in their path. Respected was he, for he was dutiful in guarding his element.
Though the land was rich and green, the fields verdant and fruitful, not all of the plants knew what it was to have their thirst quenched, and not always did Myrri know where she was needed. The goddess taught her to look for the light flashing in the sky. In bolts it flashed, it rumbling awakening all, its lines crooked and branching, but bright enough that Myrri could always see them. She watched for the light, and then poured her waters as droplets onto the land below it, and let that be the rain. These flashes the goddess called lightning, and set Klintiv on Lorata to that it came with Myrri’s rain, and he took great joy in brightening the sky and shuddering the air with his mighty bolts.