Malathrack looks to her brother and sister that hold hands with one another. She wasn't one of the more 'touchy' goddesses and thus often refrained from making gestures like hand holding or intimacy. However it was needed to forge a world for their children to survive then she could make an exception for this time and this time alone. She gently raises herself from her throne before stopping half way, noticing something she hadn't before. Her sister Myorvaine was displaying her own creations. As always Myorvaine was soft spoken and was over looked by her brothers and sisters.

Malathrack holds out her harp to a servant. He relieves it from her and begins to carry it by the side of her throne. She performs a gentle waving motion and focuses on the new world's creation. Something she knew the Arachine would need a lot of would be food and camouflage. Somewhere dark but not so dark that it were constant night. Somewhere both safe from the elements but able to harness their power.

"[color=8882be]May our children find this world homely.[/color]" whispers Malathrack as she crafts mountains shrouded at their bases by greenery. Many tall trees fight one another for light and the soil beneath them holds few sprouts of grass but a large portion of shrubbery. Deer and other passive creatures are placed for hunting and food. She pauses a moment and begins to drill holes into the mountain side where her children would be safe and able to call home.
Pausing again, Malathrack thinks over her design and begins to place gaps in the tree leafs. Beneath these gaps hold ponds with a large number of insects and a select range of small fish and amphibians. This land will be perfect for the Arachine and her faithful. Everything there reflected her domain of success. From the fighting trees to the predatory nature of the frogs and fish.