Eochaidh clears his throat.
"You see, Sen'zawr was once a sea god in ancient times, but she was ousted from her domain by another, particularly militant sea god, whose followers had no qualms in cutting her own followers down.
To save her followers she granted them her blessing, marking them as her children- their hair became silverly-blue overnight, and they were gifted with great endurance, allowing them to outrun even the most stubborn of patrols. Still, they couldn't run forever, but with the seas closed off to them and the lands full of enemies, where could they go?
Thus, Sen'zawr made a hard, but terrible decision. She had spent great amounts of her power to bless her children, but there was still one thing she could do. Tearing out her heart with a shark-tooth knife, she cast it into the land.
A terrible flood sprung out from the heart, which drowned and submerged the pursuers from the enemy god while acting as a moat for her children.
Then the heart melded into the land, and it shook with a tremendous rumble. Only then, did Sen'zawr's plan become apparent, and the enemy god seethed.
For the one domain that the enemy god could not reach was the skies. If Sen'zawr's ships were no longer welcome in the seas, then they would take to the clouds.
For 3 months, she raised the island into the sky with an unscalable column of waves, and for 3 months after she restarted her heart, ensuring that its power would maintain the buoyancy of the island in the clouds. Only when her mission was done, did she allow herself to collapse, her body utterly spent. From the dried cavity where her heart used to be, tides sprung, creating the Great Waterfall.
Aeons later, while Sen'zawr is dead, her children endure as powerful nobles of the archipelago. A festival in her name takes place annually, and trust me, while House Getanmark does not seek revenge, that does not mean that they don't remember. They remember very well."