Lord Pradnakt doesn't paint often, but it doesn't seem like she's going to be able to get the effect she wants for this installation any other way, so here she is, half an hour out into the desert, sun low in the sky behind her, paint tray at her feet, speeder resting nearby, just finishing up the second coat of purple on the column she's chosen; in a few days she'll be back with the blue final coat, and then she can begin her work in earnest. She steps back to examine the latest patch of paint, touches it up in a couple places, then begins packing up; she'll meditate when she's done, and then head home for a late dinner.

Or perhaps not. What's that?