Thaletas was at the Delos beach, walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be deep in thought. the sun shined brightly, and the faint sound of the birds chirping could be heard. the gentle breeze cradled the leaves of the trees, making them sway slowly. "i can almost hear Mother Sparta's gentle lullaby, as she calls for us, for her children." He muttered to himself.