"What are these things?" he asked. "I saw them on the river, too." Ruby- and sapphire-colored insects were dancing above the surface of the puddle. "Daywings," Etain said. "I've never seen colors like it." "They hatch and take flight for a day, and they die by the evening," she said. "A brief and glorious ..." Her voice trailed off. She was appalled at her own insensitivity. She began assembling an apology, but Darman didn't appear to need one. "They're amazing," he said, completely absorbed by the spectacle. "They certainly are," she said, and watched him."