And the Atlantean Tribe

The Atlantean tribe Diana sat quietly nearby in a white dress styled after ancient Rome, an old golden harp standing upright on her lap. She looked like a nymph serving the Gods of Olympus. Her slender fingers plucked the strings, and a pleasant sound like tinkling river water drifted through the hall. Inside the palace, David sat comfortably on the throne with his eyes closed, tapping his fingers to the rhythm. "You seem especially happy today?