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Prospit is all sweetness, soft honey golds surrounding her, the sugar shells of the people covered with candy pastels, the bright spearmint blue and white of Skaia above, and a tiny drop of strong wine against the blackness when Derse is in view. She flies and drinks in the surrounding sugar, flavours she rarely tasted for real before her lusus taught her how to find them in light. Manufactured foods are hard for even a tealblood to come by on Alternia; the adults of the fleet take the best pickings for themselves from the food supply planets before shipping any down.
A familiar blur of ash grey and black in the streets calls her down. Trolls all smell the same until she gets close, but only one other is awake here. The company of her own kind is welcome.
Kanaya is dressed in gold, the same as Terezi herself; she restyles her outfit every time she wakes, but cannot change the colour. She greets Terezi with a kiss.
Her lips are green, her tongue green blooded, fresh and herbal, renewing Terezi's palate after Prospit's endless sugar. She feels refreshed, and licks up the smudged green makeup from her own mouth.