Era beginning/end
It is a day that no Dhagómaarĵ would ever forget. The moment when Caaṯhavil's light became that much darker. On the first hour of the twenty-ninth day, all true Fae vanished from the peninsula. Like "Effigies in the Cold Wind."
And with them, the beating heart of Ďagômaari society. For so long, the hDacónůr governed everything about them. They molded their bodies, taught them how to marshal their eversouls, devised the laws of their people, and were the focal point of their rituals. For only the hDacónůr had the Hôscô ďu Ďuin̗e. (Right to Rule.)
Is it any wonder before this day, the hDacónůr were nameless gods? In the eyes of Hyyl, they stood tall as divines who required 'nothing' from them but gave Hyyl everything. As such, for many centuries. Many highborn Hyyl referred to the hDacónůr as Odulles Idcoi, "Nameless Ones." Yet one name stuck amongst the commoners.hDaquó po Nüron, 'Wind Dolls.' For their gods looked like "Wandering Effigies in the Cold Wind."
And as the Black Exodus caused a collapse within that would cascade for several centuries. A terrible darkness that would haunt the Timberlands for centuries. It stuck with them. They called out to their gods and named them hDacónůr. For, while they left behind their vibrant cities of marble and timber like deathly ruins, hollow and lifeless. The Hyyl still had their heirs. The Ďagômaari.