Gather! Hear the tale of our gods: 

We, born of earth and come screaming into the world, praise Eruon and Sakya- father earth and mother wind- for shaping us from his clay and filling us with her breath of life...

In time, Orodon grew bored and annoyed with the brief splashes of color, viewing them as mockery from his younger brother. Too short were the displays, the flowers prone to drooping and losing the brilliant petals that mirrored the sun's own face as if to say, "Look, Brother! See how your own glory fades each day".

So it went for eons: Eruon trying to please his brother, Orodon's jealousy raging forth, and Sakya providing succor and love to her husband and children.