A small fleet of Lysene pirates was sailing down the Summer Sea with chains and cages prepared on their decks. They heard that their destination had been garrisoned by the fearsome Unsullied and knew of the fever that was spread by the island's butterflies. But they were confident that Naath's defenses would not last forever and chanted battle cries that would aid them in achieving victory. They would not let an army of eunuchs and several insects obstruct them from the payment they could gain from slavery.
The gentle breeze that was pushing the sails southward started to expand into stronger gusts of wind. For the pirates, the drafts were strong enough to make some of their clothing flap rapidly and almost tried to force themselves away from their wearers. Clouds began to break apart and paved a clear path for the blue skies and the shining sun. Some of the crewmembers felt sweat dripping down their skin with the flourishing heat. They could also feel a shadow approaching from the northwest, and its size matured with every passing second. When the pirates turned their backs, they shielded their eyes from the light, only to be drowned in the wonder and terror of what was soaring down onto their fleet.
"CREEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The distant splashes and screams of pirates abandoning their ships were ignored as the butterflies of Naath vigorously flocked around their matriarch when She landed on the shores of the island. Naathi and Unsullied alike knelt before the Daughter of Harmony as She elegantly made Her way to the dense jungles with the butterflies flanking Her like escorts. The chitters she emitted sent trembles of jubilation throughout the island. From Her memories, She was already familiar with the consequences of Her actions. But She must not give in to the thoughts of neglecting Her king and Her duties as the queen.