Hebe's face was as red as a beet as she stood next to Lynceus at the entrance of the old temple, watching the Messenian royal caravan draw closer to them. It was so hard for the little goddess to keep her composure after what her and Lynceus has just done, and in a temple at that, did this man know no shame?
The large camels adorned in brightly colored mahawi that were encrusted in fine gems and jewels halted in front of the large building, aligned in two separate rows. At the center of those rows, a large white camel strode gracefully to the front, it's mahawi was different from the rest, even though it too was brightly colored, it also had what seemed like a little white silky tent that covered the rider.
Lynceus bent down to Hebe's ears and whispered, "that's my mother, the queen of Messenia."
