Aetha is the Bardu goddess of the moon and ruler of the Bardu pantheon. Her Tchaillish equivallent is Zidaan, the Shining One. Her name literally means "moon" in Bardu.

Aetha rules over many different aspects of human life. She is the wellspring of magic, creativity, and dreams, and she rules the realms of dreams, the gods, and of death. She is also the matron godess of the Bardu, who consider themselves her children and the gods their "wild kin". In Bardu legend, she is a wise ruler, full of empathy for all of her offspring but aware that sometimes one must face hardship to do what is right.

Aetha's consort is Leu, the sun god.

Aetha, barduan shadda duaetha to dubarduan shaddai briza.  Mam tchaillu nira: Zidaan. Mam ibae aetha cicent.

Aetha brizent vid karishen dusha poraan. Dumaggia, duviviente, dumor'fusen jije, pi brizent Mor'fusdom, Shaddai Dea, to Moidomos. Pi shadda adoraan dubardu, chi viroum Aetha loado'rinda haishan pi shanii haishanim kastu rin. Shijan barduan lei, vitalan briza, simumporthellen misarialan go nonden nismatchae, cias bi bri.

Leu, duleuan shani, duaethaan miro.

Legend: Origin of the Bardu

Long ago, the ancestors of the Bardu were small, weak creatures.  They were the first women, and they were lost in a great darkness.  They lived like animals, unthinking and instinctive, with no knowledge of gods or magic.  Then came Aetha.  She was the first of the shaddai, soon to be mother of the moipora.  She knew neither sadness nor fear, only joy at having found this world and its wonderous but limited creatures.  Best of all, she loved the first women, because she could see what great potential lay within them.  Like a mother, she gave herself to the first women.  She shone her light upon them and where her light touched, their souls swelled, and they knew thought, creativity, and magic.  Thus were born the first Bardu.

The Bardu used their gifts to make many wonderous things.  They built towers in the sky that shone like glass and crafted wings from the clouds so that they coud soar through the air beneath Aetha's watchful gaze.  Best of all, they crafted beautiful songs - songs of joy and songs praise to their divine mother - that travelled through the air with them.  They were Aetha's first children, and they flourished under their mother's loving gaze.

But alas, the children of Aetha's heart were also mortal.  With time, their bodies grew old and tired, their voices weak, and Aetha dispaired to see them so.  She could not prevent their mortal forms from dying, but she could preserve their amai or magical souls, the bits of herself that she had given them.  With this in mind, she created moidomos, the half world, to which she ferries the souls of the dead after their passing.