At this time, greenery still covered the beautiful island of Solstheim and the natural wildlife remained unharmed and in abundance— Landstriders roamed across the horizon, Nix-hounds could be heard in the distant hills, and the deep squeals of a few bristleback in the flora surrounding the temple were commonplace. Red Mountain remained just that, a mountain, and the shores were nearly as golden as the trim of the sun. As the temple echoed with whistles of wind blowing throughout and the splashes of the waves from the ocean nearby, the otherwise silent halls bothered the Dragonborn more than anything had before.

He had servants and other dragon priests that tended the temple, and the dragons visited fairly often for one reason or another, but it wasn't enough. They couldn't offer him what he wanted; A way to fill that void in his chest caused by some unknown need is what he required. And the chill of the snowstorm rolling in did little to distract him from the sensation building in his heart — if anything, it strengthened the the stir, or lack thereof, and extended it to his very mind.

It was on that very next day, when the snow had since begun to seep into the entrance of his "home", that his prayers were answered. The beat of vast wings sounding from the clouds called Miraak from his temple as a large beast descended, the muted violets and light blue hues of a familiar dovah gracing his eyes. It was Veyrahlok, an elder dragon that watched over Miraak since his birth. This particular dovah was not one to waste words or gestures—their presence carried meaning. The visit was not for warning or wrath, but for something else entirely.

"Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin," Veyrahlok spoke, their words more of a rumble in their chest. The sound of dragons speaking could always be felt in one's chest. "Nii Fen Kos Fin Nunon Hi Loost. A reward — a gift — for you, Miraak."

It was only then that Miraak noticed the bulky cloth bundle they had so-mindfully placed on the ground in front of him. It seemed to writhe like it was alive, and upon further inspection, he realized what the layers of cloth hid. His hands pulled away the fabric to reveal the first dragon priestess he'd ever met. And before Miraak could question Veyrahlok, the dovah took flight with a loud roar and soared back to the mountain tops.