"Aren't you a bit short and furry for a stormtrooper? Is that what they call you now?"

Pakit scratched his head, now unnerved by the completely apathetic town around him. It was just weird. There were Skelthans on This Island and nobody thought anything was the matter! "I'm not a trooper. They're my Folk," he growled. "Why are you all wearing blue?" She tittered. "It's aqua-teal, in honor of the new gem exchange. We grow Sapphires, you know. The sea air is perfect for their mushrooms to bloom." The sun passed behind the roofline, dulling the orange hue. "Sure," Pakit said, and spat, finished with civility. "Until the air is filled with smoke and fire."