Walking through the Re District, Oynoiz, Fionn, Id’rit and Juliana were browsing different bright stalls. Layers of material crossed above the road providing both shade and beauty.

“How could you have a mana transfer without me?” Id’rit pouted.

“I am the one who should be upset!” Oynoiz groaned, “It should’ve been all of us.”

Fionn balked, “We don’t even know if it’s possible for you to exchange!”

Oynoiz, “We don’t know if we don’t try.”

“It was my decision. I was losing my memories too fast and Fionn is the most powerful,” Oynoiz was about to argue that point, “Who we know can transfer energy. When we return, I can transfer mana next with Id’rit.”

“You need to rest. I’m a Fa, Juliana. That was a lot of mana.”

“What was it like?” Id’rit walked next to Fionn.

“Warmth. I felt her love for us. Already, it’s a small thing. I can’t wait to see how that will grow. And there was power. So much of it. I usually can influence a theatre with ease, but with this, I could influence a stadium. I can only imagine how powerful a pink Sol would be. They could compel an entire capitol.”

Oynoiz frowned, “A dangerous thought. We’ve never had a pink Sol. I’ve heard rumors that a millennium ago one egg was found but destroyed on sight. No one would trust a pink emperor.”

Fionn glared, “Do you not trust me?”

Oynoiz, “You are one thing. Empowering a pink emperor would mean the loss of free will for a nation. Our power multiplies with each level. We’d have a country constantly drugged by the mere presence of a Sol.”

Id’rit sighed, “Even I have to admit that it would be difficult to trust yourself that type of place.”

“You’re right. I sometimes forget how untrusted we pinks are. I have adoring fans that protect me from such feelings. I can’t imagine what that must be like for you Oynoiz, as a null.”

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“Life is dangerous for me. At a word from a Gongre prince I could be executed. As you know, null eggs are usually crushed on sight. It was a mercy that no colored eggs were near me at the creche and that the local Gongre monarch allowed me to live.” Oynoiz chose not to mention the chains of that mercy.

Juliana stopped at one of the stalls and looked at the jewelry there. She had a small stipend from Nue’ant.

“Anything you’d like?” Id’rit asked, “Let’s see if we can negotiate the price.”

“I want to buy us all something matching. A gift from me to you to thank you for creating a clan with me. I know it was an unusual thing I’ve done to arrange this, so thank you for going against tradition. And Id’rit. I want something real. No glass.” She couldn’t help herself. She at Fionn’s. Blushing, they hid their ringed hand behind their back. Juliana mentally kicked herself.

Id’rit found a dark stall that was partially hidden on the bazaar street. After a few words, the stall owner pulled out rings, ear cuffs, necklaces, ankle bangles, broaches, and earrings.

“The ear cuffs are out since our lady doesn’t have our fine points.” Fionn pointed out.

“How about a ring?” Oynoiz suggested.

“Too trite. I want something bolder. How about a circlet?” Fionn went to that section of the stall.

Id’rit picked up an oval broach. It was made of mother of pearl and onyx. It had spaces open for a few stones. “How about this? We can add Fionn’s color as one of the stones. I don’t know for the last space.”

“We could never sell this one. The black coloring turned off many.” The merchant spoke up, “I can add some glass there so it wouldn’t be empty. But we only have this one.”

Id’rit nodded. A torque cuff caught their eye. “How about this?” Light blue gold was hammered into a solid piece. Square spaces for added gems flowed around the craft.

“I like the rose gold one. And look! They have green gold!” Juliana exclaimed.

The stall owner tried to hide their smile. Id’rit held back a sigh. This could end up expensive.

They left the stall all wearing golden cuffs. Each cuff the stall-person added onyx, pink spinel, diamond, and a ruby which was Juliana’s birthstone. The Adasions were surprised that humans attached flowers, stones, and all sorts of symbolism to when someone was born in the solar cycle. Finally, their identification emeralds were added so they could display their information to the authorities and for business. The new Sonata Clan walked proudly through the bazar.

A fresh fragrance cut into the air. Four women with bright feathers framing their faces walked through the bazar. Their braided hair held ribbons, their faces painted with bright geometric shapes. Their faces’ base color varied from the bright to the dark.

“Not everyday you see them around,” Oynoiz commented.

Ahead of the dizzying, pushing crowd, a head of yellow fine hair bobbed and moved closer to them. Eirian and Royce waved in the distance.