It was the begining of creation, and all was fresh and new. The sun rose over the horizon for the first time, as the morning's first dew, as the air smelled with a cleanliness that it would never have again, something very few things in it noticed.
One of those very few, the Sylph Lulea was enjoying it as she flew over the lands. She had been tasked by her creator with doing a survey of all this new wonder, a job she was greatly enjoying. Indeed, as she flapped her wings, she noted how much more enjoyable these places that had up and down were compared to those that did not. At that was when she heard a strange sound.
Now, Lulea was old and wise by the standards of Sylphs, but these were rather easy standards to reach, and so she was quickly baffled by what she heard. "I will go investigate," she decided at last. "For that will earn me the praise of the Great Maker." And so she dove down to the source, determined to find out what it was.