Sky
She was a far and long time in coming, but it was because of her the lights existed. Matthew's breath ghosted from his mouth and blurred his vision for a moment.
Those lights. He never grew tired of them. Even in the few moments he wished for other things, he took it all back. He wanted nothing to change, as long as Aurora and Boreas came to visit him. As long as they brought along his Northern Lights, Matthew could be content. Hand clutched into white fur and he would simply watch.
He would go further North, to where others would never decide on a whim to go, and watch there, sitting in snow and bear keeping him warm. Everything else in the world could just do its own thing for a little while. Just a little while, until he came back to it.
Frozen winds would beat against him and Matthew would smile. Whether one had to ruin the magic of the moment with astronomy, atmosphere, it did not matter. The point was the wind had brought him here and she, the light so far in the distance, brought the colours to him.
Of the Amenoi, he loved Boreas the most.
But that was no match of his love for Aurora.
And from his side of the world, Ivan was inclined to agree.
The effect of a natural light display in the Northern Hemisphere was named Aurora Borealis by Pierre Gassendi in 1621. Aurora for the Roman Goddess of Dawn and Borealis for Boreas, the Greek name for the North Wind.