Clearly, this was the formal attire of the Night Guard. But she hadn’t worn it when she was first introduced to them, and Artemis could clearly see why: shrouded in darkness like this, there was almost no telling their dark-purple sergeant apart from her black-coated brother. Only the little lock of indigo-and-lilac mane, pushed down by the hood, and the teeny bit of it poking out from underneath the cloak, could give her away.