Fiery Rose Isle
On an island, surrounded by miles of ocean, lives a small hamlet. There lives easy-goers, astronomers, and adventurers. Folks here help each other without question, and offer their homes to any stranger in need. They are a good bunch, but terrible isolated, and usually don't know or understand any outside politics. Though... there seems to be something under the surface, a terrible secret that the residents are tight-lipped about...
The Destiny Carnival
This traveling troupe use their oddities to bring joy, traveling throughout all of Aermerea and beyond to shine their light, even in the darkest places. It's said that those looking for a sign from the gods and goddesses above need to only look at the Destiny Carnival-- if one sees something in the spin of a trapeze artist or the cards of an awfully lucky dealer, it's a sure sign that it was meant to be.
Hearts & Home
The Aermereans here live in East Haven, on a huge farm community far away from any cities, and usually isolated whenever crops aren't being sold. It's a place of renegades, evil-doers, or otherwise unhappily lived folk who shed their outside lives like a second skin. Here, they are loved. Here, they put their scarred hands towards something better-- towards making a home worth living in.
Last Train to Nowhere
These Aermereans are lonesome stars, traveling different worlds and having very little, if anything, to do with one another or any other Aermerean here. They have that gem in the hearts of them that rarely lets them settle in one place, and often find themselves without and without wanting a home. Some are lonely, some like the space; but home is not what destiny has planned for them.
The Salix Dimension
A millennia ago, the Salix clan defected from Aermerea and founded themselves a pocket dimension, the beginning location of which has been lost to time. They were tired of the wars waged and, although already an isolated group, sought to isolate themselves even more. The clan was made up of only butterfly-themed Aermereans (though you'd be hard-pressed to find any calling themself "Aermerean"), but after hundreds of years of lost folk wandering in and out, have found the once-unique attributes to be diluted.