Thæon dreams of flying.
He dreams are filled with the expanse of open skies stretched out far around him; an ocean of blue warmed by the sun and painted with the teasing breeze. He can feel the clouds against his skin like the breath of a kiss; the world and the skies his to command as his dreams take him soaring above green fields and silver rivers; a canvas of a thousand colours spread as far as the eye can see, taking him to snow-peaked mountains and through river valleys.