[voice]
[Calliope is immensely interested, and it shows in her voice. Much of the shyness has evaporated as she loses herself in the giddy joy of learning more about trolls--and now from a primary source.]
Blimey...! That does sound very beautiful, even if I can't fully comprehend it. [She's tried, though. And she'll try even harder, now.] I certainly wish I could see it for myself. And through troll eyes!
Our sun makes everything outdoors red and orange. We don't really have a true night time. Only a period when the sun is passing along the edges of the sky, rather than filling the view.
It was similar on Prospit--the other place where I grew up!--but everything was gold and the "sun" was blue.