As they rode through the streets of Waython Hollow, Tatehan couldn't help but take in the city around him with fresh eyes. He had seen it before, but had done so in a blur and so much surprise and uneasiness.
Now, it was different, he was instead calm as he looked at the city.
The morning sun cast everything in a warm, reddish glow that was uniquely Martian, and the city was already fully awake and bustling with activity.
People filled the streets— walking, riding various vehicles, conducting business. Futuristic as it could ever be.
Riven tapped his shoulder and pointed to the left. "Let's park over there!" she called over the hum of the dust rider's engine. "I promised I'd show you around the city properly, remember?"
Tatehan had almost forgotten. With everything that had happened—the duel, the dinner, the conversation with the commander, Riven's casual offer to show him around Waython Hollow had slipped his mind entirely.
