Bolunn watched the new world unravel and expand. He analysed each new location as it became available, but stopped halfway through when he saw the perfect place for his civilization. A cheshire grin grew across his face, masked slightly by his long, blond beard. He turned to his Draconic, brother as he puffed the small, albeit beautiful sparks that would soon inspire; poets, artists, writers and many others alike for generations to come. Another, jolly smile grew upon his face as he started to praise his brethren. Only stopping to be interrupted by his other brother, Volorr. Heglared at, Volorr for a second before waiting for his sister to finish what she was saying. She had always beaten him to the post in things like this, he didn't mind much though. His accent, as strong as ever came through as he spoke.
"Mermaids you say? I'm no sure the mighty Dwarven race will want many fish suppers, sister!" He joked merrily before continuing on to praise his brother as he had sought to do before.
"Fine work, brother, I'm certain that my Dwarves will infuse the definite inspiration they will gain from these, tiny, glowing beauties into their architecture and thoughts" He almost gave his brother a pat on the back, but stopped himself after remembering that the last time he had done that he accidentally smacked him right on the tail.

He turned back to the mountain range. Some of the mountains formed parabolic arcs, while others sharpened near the top and a very select few were flat on their top. He stepped his way into the now filled void that was ripe for creation and modification. He looked down at the mountain range before unsheathing his hammer. An anvil promptly appeared before him, various metals lying on it. He began to hammer away at the metals before placing down two, perfect, Dwarf statues at the bottom of the mountain. The anvil disappeared, but Bolunn kept his hammer out. He used the edge of said hammer to tap a small hole, fit for only a dwarf into the mountain. This would be the door to the first Dwarven mine, the door to industry and progression. He then carved off a small bit of the rear side of the mountain and placed it just under the hole to act as a walkway. Soon enough he was done with his modification, he would not help the Dwarves with a lot of terraforming, but a slope towards the door was definetly needed. He then took the glistening statues and placed them on either side of the door. To him they were just like figurines or a children's toy. To the Dwarves that would soon populate the mountain they were giant behemoths of beauty. Various gems and metals made the Statues. The base was golden on each. On the right stood a statue of a strong, Dwarf warrior female. She stood, with battle-axe to the ground, staring out across the landscape as a protector. To the left of her stood an equally strong Dwarf mage, staff to the right of him. They were the first spirits to come to life. Bolunn called out to them.
"Nalaim, Yerna, Appear before me" And they did. Nalaim, with her braided brown hair and battle-axe, eager to watch the warriors of the race evole and Yerna, eager to see the mages college grow and watch the college teach the Dwarf population of their mysteries. Soon enough the other spirits were created, a plethora of heights and appearances. All relatively short of course though.