The only thing really notable about Rutile at this point is that their colors have faded to slightly warm grays and blacks, other than the places covered by powder, but that might be obvious only to someone they've known longer than an hour.

"Ah, the picture was my fault," Rutile admits. "Ilda was in such a state that night; I wanted to make sure she was being careful while in so much distress. I apologize if you found it obnoxious. You can rest assured that she appreciated the offer."

The umbrellas are being sold at a portable stand on one corner, which, rather ironically, does not have an awning on it. Several Aifarans are lined up to purchase one, while others simply browse nearby. "I've never seen this here before," Rutile says, in a bit of awe tainted with irritation. "I'll have to keep it in mind for next time, provided it stays put."