Months might as well be days in this stupid land with everything living so long and having no real concept of time.

"There are four other flights: Red, Blue, Bronze and Black. We get along with the Redsworn pretty well, though they tend to be really hotheaded and extremely Champions of Justice hero-types. The Bluesworn are okay. They're kind of quiet and reserved. I don't know much about the Bronzesworn and the Blacksworn are a bunch of as-- jerks."

All of them. Even the ones she liked were assholes.