The strengthening storm agreed more and more with his mood, and the rain did not dampen his imagination. Thunder rumbled in the sky. The horses whinnied at streaks of lightning flashing and forking over the wide landscape. Like slow waves of a vast sea the meadows rolled. Never had Dayraven beheld so much open land, and it seemed to hold out some unspoken promise to him. Here was where the gods dwelled and strove. A grim beauty pervaded it. When the lightning flashed, for an instant it illuminated the plains and infused them with a vibrancy that extended to him.
