“A man naked is a man clothed,” the soothsayer yielded, “but a woman naked is a woman naked.” It was light out; the sun just barely reaching the tops of the mountains. “And that is beauty,” he continued. It seemed noticeable to Idia but as she looked around at the rest of her peoples the obvious seemed to be in the words of the slayer. She smiled upon the sky, glaring at the blooded sun. However, the sun was not the beauty she found in the sky. “It depends on who’s looking,” responded Idia as she looked at the crescent moon resting above the rising sun.