And next, sweet voiced Muses, daughters of Zeus, well-skilled in song, tell of the long-winged Moon. From her immortal head a radiance is shown from heaven and embraces earth; and great is the beauty that ariseth from her shining light. The air, unlit before, glows with the light of her golden crown, and her rays beam clear, whensoever bright Selene having bathed her lovely body in the waters of Ocean, and donned her far-gleaming raiment, and yoked her strong-necked, shining team, drives on her long-maned horses at full speed, at eventime in the mid-month: then her great orbit is full and then her beams shine brightest as she increases. So she is a sure token and a sign to mortal men.

The Praetor considers how he feels about this most interesting of the Noble Caste. Its not anything like he has know before, her presence is pure regality, and inspires a desire to protect and preserve such a perfect creature. Love and admiration of a most unusual level. Selene is far from anything he is used to. It's not a desire to possess, not feelings of attraction, but something that inspires a innate sense of loyalty. The best terms his mind can put to it are that she is the kind of regality of fairy tales, that she is best and first what it should be like and why he is proud to serve the Empyre. To him, Selene is a living symbol of what the Empyre could and should be. He decides on the smile.