Many of the Children of the Night were, even though it was not a rule of the classification. Ruon did not need to sleep during the day, but that was usually his time for quiet, solitary reflection. Now, that time that had once been reserved for peace was spent keeping up with the humans around him. He tried to rejuvenate himself at night when the rest of his companions slept, but it was still an unnatural schedule for him. It made him irritable—more so than he would normally be. He stared coldly at the human who was delivering a message to him. Ruon had been told this human’s name before, but he could not keep them straight. Humans seemed to rely on names and slight physical differences to tell one another apart, but they really did all look the same to him. And there were so many of them. The idea of thousands of beings belonging to the same species seemed ridiculous and strange to Ruon, and yet Adesina had said that this world was filled with millions upon millions of humans. Even at the beginning of the creation, there had only been two hundred Laithur born into existence.
