Clouds crawly slowly past Lucen in carried by the afternoon wind and his own movement.
The purple hue of the sky and the Halo's weak light made him rather tired. Of course, this was partly caused by the fact that he had gotten no sleep last night.
Most of the time was spent promising Selene he would be careful for the seventieth time and lying awake staring at the roof, burdened with nightmares.
He had the same dreams every night. One was spent watching spectral-blue six-winged butterflies flutter across the sky. Most often, the dream was of a pantheon of gods.
There was a huge circular table with demigods seated around it, bickering. At the head of the table was an elderly man with his head cradled in his hands.
Lucen abandoned the carriage interior to contemplate his dreams. He considered walking alongside the carriages, but they were too fast.
