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...regardless, we have it on high that the humans chose Absalom as the location of the Prime Meridian. That settles that.

What per centage of the population of Golarion do you think live around the Inner Sea region? Now how many humans do you think live in the succesor states of Lung Wa? Or in the Minkai empire? And what about the inhabitants of imperial Kelesh, who live in genie built cities that make most of Absalom look like a shanty town of ramshackle hovels? Do you really think any of these people would care about the pretensions of a group of other humans of different race, nation, and culture, to call their city 'The Centre of the World' if there weren't some very real reason of arcane might and great learning beyond the capabilities of mere humans to mark the place as being special? Don't get deluded that the Starstone is anything special; as followers of Irori point out, humans can achieve perfection and ascend to divinity without the workings of some gaudy several thousand year old winterfest gewgaw that functions erratically these days. Heck, one of those to achieve divinity by use of the Starstone was a man in a drunken haze, who did it by accident - I think that that says all that you need to know about how 'special' the Starstone is.

It is clearly because the Obelisks of Destiny meet over the spot where the Isle of Kortos currently is every few dozen millenia, amidst the wondrous sight of hundreds of dragons flying in from all directions to meet in solemn conclave, that the place is known as 'The Centre of the World'. And a good thing too, otherwise it would be a place where horrors spill forth from the very depths of the land to shake whole nations, such as the Pit of Gormuz, which would hold the title.
And with the greatest respect, the elves abandoned Golarion because the dragons and their dwarven servants forced them out. I have several scrolls written by dwarven scribes at the direction of respected dragon historians that demonstrate the truth of that in the matter. And when the Aboleths and Azlanti tried to claim credit, naturally it was dragons working with the aid of magic researched with Abraxas that put an end to their challenge to the natural order of things with dragons and dwarves at the very top of the natural pecking order.

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For those of you who miss the ;) this post is mostly humorous.

The dragon sheds the frail physical form and goes hunting game through the trees. She spends some months acquiring greater cunning and honing her skills.

The shadow of a hunting dragon skims across the Great Forest, sending creatures fleeing for cover.

The others I have I keep - for I am Eiboria, Reaper of Stars, and I have enemies to bait and hunt. You will need a more convincing arguement than 'I don't want to be a goddess' to convince me to even step within your designs.
With a nimble flick of her wings, the dragon takes to the air, and storms skyward, the singing of at least one star diminishing and withdrawing from Arielle with the dragon's departure.

The sack contains all the stars from the carnival, although of course Arielle has no way of knowing this.

Sister of the air: things happen, often, which we do not want, and I predict that the road ahead for you will be bumpy to say the least, and take you into some very dark and terrible places. If I had an ounce of regular mercy, I would this instant invalidate your errand.
However I can see that the journey and trials may do you good, even if the end may not be to your liking.
She traces the tip of one talon in the air, in a mystic sign, and catches the sack which drops out of the air in one claw. The singing of stars increases slightly. The dragon hefts the sack a moment, then flicks it up, at some speed, in the direction of Arielle.
My guess is that Smagnavast was collecting these for some reason to do with your mother, and her daughter by the stone lord may as well have them, for asking so boldly.

The dragon laughs - a terrifying sound although it is difficult to be certain if she is amused or angry.
Why? Are you seeking to build yourself a golem and animate it to crush your enemies? Do you intend to use them to make artifacts of unsurpassed power? Do you seek them because you are insecure and need to clutch at them like a blanket when you go to sleep? Do you intend to flaunt them, to bait enemies into the open where you can slay them?
Why do you seek the elements that were scattered of the manifested form, when the spirit is still bound in the world-ash, and with the turning of the centuries it may move on from there, in one way or another?

The dragon's gaze wanders, for a moment, to rest curiously u-pon Arielle, before returning abruptly to Azuri'ith.
Very well then - does anyone here have anything to say to me?
Again her gaze for some reason lingers on Arielle for a moment.

Ah yes, your grandaughter. You're really not very good at seeing that your relatives know when to stay out of harm's way. Fortunately...
She breaks off in annoyance, apparently recollecting something about the topic that makes it unwise to continue to pursue it.
That is not pertinent to the current situation, however.
What is pertinent is that it appears that Smagnavast had retained the services of a spymistress whose services come very dear at some times, to carry out an errand of some sort for him. Would you or any of your allies have any notion as to what this service may have involved?

To Azuri'ith:
Smagnavast has had some unexpected difficulties recently. Do you have any idea why he would want to meet with you?

I am given to understand that you were a correspondent up until recently of a dragon known as Smagnavast?

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Not necessarily accurate here... run with it as you will.

This is the dragon of Arielle's dreams/nightmares of the other night.

Almost invisible against the evening sky, the lithe body of this young adult dragon is armoured with tightly fitting black-blue scales, and she moves with a confidence and assurance that speaks of either an arrogance monstrous even by dragon standards, or of a power way beyond what would be usual for one of her apparently relatively tender years.
She touches down on the central platform, glancing haughtily at the occupants of the Eyrie who scatter in all directions from her.
Where is the one known as Azuri'ith?

Arielle's dreams, besides ones of other more cheerful matters, are disturbed by images of a dragon with shining black-blue scales and eyes which burn almost as brightly as the stars for which she is/they are hunting.

For a moment, there are strange omens in the flight of birds, and the shapes of the clouds. Then they pass.