“Not blue. Not quite purple. Something in between — the particular shade that this moon produced at midday when its parent gas giant hung low on the horizon and the atmosphere filtered the starlight through layers of alien chemistry that no textbook on Earth had ever described. I'd been staring at that sky for a month now and I still couldn't find the right word for it. Ira would have called it "strategically irrelevant." Chandni would have called it "boring." Bhavana would have looked at it for ten minutes without speaking and then said something so quietly precise that the rest of us would feel stupid for not seeing it first.”