It wasn't till the next dawn did Altair opened his eyes to the new world. Stretching his stiff muscles without even bothering to wake Riena, who'd polymorphed into a young pup as she'd done every night. He laid still, tilting his head in the direction of Luna flickering through sheets of paper.
"Big Sis, don't you sleep?"
"Gods have no reason to sleep unless they wish to," Luna explained without her gaze leaving the parchment. "Why?"
He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts: " I don't think I like sleeping."
Startled, Luna lifted her silvery eyes to her younger brother. " What an odd child you are. I think you might be the second person I know to loathe the act of sleeping."
"Who was the first?" He asked, hoisting himself up the best he could without waking Riena as he'd done so many times over. Despite his detest for rest, Altair had rather enjoyed watching others sleep. He found it enjoyable.
"How much do you know of the Nine Hells?"
