Red was always a color Ruby had been accustom to: she was red after all. You get used to it. But the sea of ever-shifting dunes had a rusty tone to its wispy clouds of minute hematite specks. Ruby had seen red before. She had seen a streak of blood down rivers and in flowers, but never such an abundance, it was the closest she had felt to companionship: Another red thing that was red and scary. If only it wanted friendship rather than to tease her with bournes of flowing sand cascading right under her booted foot. 

Why Ruby had come here, she did not know. No beacon had alerted her, she was clueless about such a thing. It was just a yearning in her gem, she had gotten them before. They always brought her somewhere pretty. Thing's like big statues and piles of junk. Still, her life consisted purely of walking, and with a tireless body that shunned sustenance, she saw no point trusting her gut once more, waddling on in the waining flames of the blazing sun in the sky. 

That's when she saw something out of the ordinary.

Blotting out the sun with a void of black, perfectly eclipsed by the thin veil of a corona around it stood an obelisk of stone in the empty savanna before her. To ruby, it was a no-brainer that this was the place to be. Her steps took her closer as her eyes adjusted to the light; a simple act for a seasoned traveler. Right down the hall, she noticed a crowd of chattering beings, a menagerie of colors prayed out from then in contrast to the monochromatic canvas that was the desert behind her. Once more, the obliviousness to worry seemed to follow Ruby and her bravado lead her like a blind general. She stopped with a hard stomp shortly behind the Motley Crew before her, her large, child-like eyes dazzling in the intricacy of their bodies. Even a fool like herself could tell that these were like her, at least to some degree. No other creature in her whole, admittedly short, life had ever made her feel this feeling in her gem. She could hardly help but let out a soft, long whisper to herself as she gazed on.

"They're tall"