The sun was bright and cheerful like Diconix who walked along the dirt path in a type of dancing gate. There was a slight breeze that tousled his golden hair making it seem it was dancing as well. It was a glorious day. Few clouds to hide the sun shine and their destination warmed his heart. They would be there by late afternoon before dark.<br/><br/>His white cloak sparkled, having been put on fresh knowing they would arrive soon. A golden broach fastened it to his left shoulder leaving his right bare. Sun kissed skin from his time out doors as a High Priest to Apollo offset his dancing blue eyes. On his back he carried his Lire for music.<br/><br/>The fate of the city of Thrace was in question. Its king turning to the Temple of Apollo for help. There the elders decided to consult Nyx for all indications were it would require both day and night deities to save Thrace. Diconix had grown up near the city and knew the area well along with the threat. All at the Temple agreed he seemed the most like the god in his music and general happiness. So he was selected to lead the party to talk to the followers of Nyx which couldn't have made him happier.<br/><br/>"Just think my friend. By tonight we will be entertained by the most beautiful women in the world." He told his quiet companion. Oh sure his friend had been sent for the very reason Diconix had just mentioned, to keep him out of trouble. However they had worked together before and had an easy relationship. Each listened to the other, most of the time.