As the homes that gave off Light and the homes that were made of Being Hard Stone were crafted by Is, all the people of light knew the thrill of home and of travel, and delighted in their ventures and journeys between the stars and the planets. The new works of Is that they saw filled them with delight, but another unexpected joy entered also upon them. For with light that pierced the darkness and matter that twirled through space they found also joy in the passage out of such and the passage into such, in the very flight of their leaps that took them from one to the other.
Their travel and their leaps often reached out far into the Darklands. Darkhome was not too fond of these intrusions, but nothing in the existence or nonexistence could be found to convince those of the many Lighthomes to give up an experience so joyful as flying. A few of these creatures never returned from their ventures, as their intrusions grew more bold and tested the patience of Entropy and Naught.
Their poor Aid, she who is called Silence and Darkness, was not seen for much time as she hid deeper and deeper in Darkhome. This neither Entropy or Naught could abide. So Naught wrote with his chalk and sent a note by Darklight to Bright, and Gather, and Is that if this could not be stopped, and they could have no peace, then those in the Brightlands could in turn have no peace from them.
Is then contemplated this with her own problems for she would not take away flight and imprison her own. And yet there were some of her own who at this very moment felt they were imprisoned.
When the Landhomes had been created, Is and her many children honored both Bright and Gather by swathing each conglomerate of rock and earth which had finished its quilting with material as airy as what had been used to craft the many Lighthomes.
When Is gave birth to Awake, her young child's very first small works fed on the sun and on the airy clothing of their worlds. Later, bigger, flourishing green works of Awake curled up to reach thoughts and desires toward the Lighthomes themselves. And those who saw wondered and marveled at even these early works, thinking that perhaps the child would outstrip the parent with their marvelous wonders.
Early on, even before the Sunseekers, when the first life was just stirring there were born creatures to feed on the Suntakers and to move between rock homes, flying and leaping with ethereal grace.
But soon came some that entered into life on the rocks and were bound to it. And they looked up with weariness at the sparkling glint of jellyfish and plankton in the wide sky. Then Is saw the longing of the children of her child and resolved to make something that was as grand as the nothing of space and dark and silence. By this imagining she would end the troubles of her children and the troubles of the Darkhome at once.
From her hands a weaving sprung, something as heavy as the Lighthomes and as light as the clouds, as flexible as the creatures twisting through the sky, as ever moving as the changing of worlds during flight, as sparkling as a Brightwell Lighthome, and as dark as the Not behind it. And it grew and grew and pooled and filled. Blue and green and dark as the sky above it, salty as the ground beneath its folds. And this child of hers she called Second Flight.
And all the creatures in the sky marveled, and some of them straightway plunged into it to find its inky depths. And some curled into it to be draped in its sparkling pearls and ribbons of light. And there were some, particularly the ones with feathers, that wetted their wings and decided that that was sufficient. They were seen near the water and on its surface, for much of their food had vanished into this new silk.
And still the weaving was not done. It grew and grew and life once in the air flourished among the rocks.
And last of all, when the new silken weaving stretched across the wide world and filled most of it, she came back to the creatures that had gazed at the sky with wistful eyes and gently led them each by the paw into the water, where she taught them, finally, to fly.
Then Entropy in her fury and Naught in his distress were pacified for a time, for the intrusions became less frequent as the works of Is searched the depths of the oceans instead of the depths of the sky. And their dear Aid even visited the Brightlands in the new home she had been allowed deep below the waves. And tensions grew less strained for a time between the Light and the Dark.