Dawns on Temp Headquarters were swift and terrible, as the day-wind sprang out of the well of night, tearing the black and crimson shroud from across the sullen orange face of the primary.Since those early days, she had taken dawn watch many times, on many worlds. And while no other dawn could match the glory of the homeworld, she had found most to be interesting, and…attractive, in their own way.Liad’s dawn was long and slow. The arrival of the star’s day-face was preceded by fans of pale green and yellow light, blue edges fading into the deepening green sky until at last the golden primary itself arrived and smiled upon the world.Truth said, Hazenthull had found Liad’s dawn, after the novelty had worn away, to be somewhat…vapid. It was pretty enough, but it lacked energy. It lacked variety, which Hazenthull, who had become, over the course of many dawn-watches, something of a connoisseur, found pleasing. Too much sameness, she thought, sapped a soldier’s purpose.Surebleak’s dawn, now…Surebleak’s dawn suited Hazenthull very well, indeed.
