It opens its wings. Flutters about. Flies. Ugly grey. It's not elegant like its counterpart is. Butterflies have always been more beautiful.
Still, the moth does what it does. It zooms about. It's enthusiastic and lively. An underdog.
And it occurs to her.
They are all just moths, making their way through life. They may not all be beautiful as a butterfly. They may be dull and grey or that dusty brown, but what they lack in colour, they make up for in spirit.
Because Browncoats, like moths, do it their own way. No pretences. No illusions.
All real, and all taking a hold of the little part of the sky they call their own.