No one knew for sure where the first one appeared, but they had appeared literally overnight.

Jahrae was the first to encounter and notice one, promptly making purchase, and then brought it back to their new flat to show llhaesa.

M’traliel was there, as was Khahishra, who had roomed with llhaesa their last 2 years at N’rellia. Both looked on with amusement, joining with the snickering Jahrae as she produced her purchase for all to see,

Llhaesa on the other hand, was far from amused, and her language adjusted to reflect her annoyance. “What. The. Fuck. Is. Thaaaat?” she slowly and rhetorically asked, quite aghast at seeing a tee shirt with her likeness upon it. What annoyed even more was the implied message.

The bright white tee shirt had her face and hair prominently displayed on both front and back; in the image, her hair ran down and off to the sides as if a slight breeze were blowing. Her image was superimposed on a space view of the planet, this element only visible in places, around the edges of llhaesa’s likeness. Above the image, ‘Arrhazon’ was written in plain text, while below the image, ‘llhaesa.’ with the period prominently displayed, was written in text.

The meaning was obvious. Llhaesa remained annoyed, but chose not to say any more, dismissing the shirt with a roll of her eyes. At that, the other three burst into laughter. Within a few seconds, llhaesa joined into the chorus of laughter.

After the laughter settled, Jahrae mentioned how many women – and some men – were wearing the shirt. Walking around the part of the park closest to their flat, she found no fewer than 11 vendors with an ample supply of the llhaesa shirt, and they were not being discounted. Undiscounted merchandise was a sure indication of a hot commodity.

In fact, the shirt was now in wide production, though the actual source was rather mysterious. In all likelihood there were several sources, as there was no license or copyright involved.

And the tee message was no longer limited to shirts, all of which were selling particularly well and showing up everywhere in the southeast quadrant. Stickers had also made an appearance, and were plastered on buildings, on signs, on vehicles, on craft, on backpacks… everywhere one might imagine placing one of the stickers, one could find someone who had placed it there.

One of the shirts was picked up by a government agent and brought to the CoG centre. Within minutes of leaving the shirt with security, it was in the hands of Brellian’s chief of staff. As he looked at the shirt quizzically, Brellian walked into the room, saw the shirt, and if one was paying attention in that moment, would have noticed Brellian’s face reshape to reflect the burning outrage within.