
FASHIONISTA
LOVES HER BROTHER
LOVES ATTENTION
CURIOUS
SPEAKS IN LINGO
HAIR AS ORANGE AS THE
LIGHTS ON HER HOVERBIKE
LOVES ABERASH OFFICIAL
TERRESTRIAL SCIENCES
NEVER MISHAPEN
ALWAYS ON TIME
FASTER THAN YOU
Socialite Sister of the Hunt

A spinal weed tumbled across the hard road, dust sifting orange in the purple haze of Zola setting. The narrow spans stretched cracked through the plains. Though yellowed by day it was now a dark tear. All colors were nearly inverted when the end of the day swept over Vintu as the shadow of Zola's blue cloak. Ahead somewhere was a fork obscured by a glimmering heat mirage. Even now as the dual moons raced for the apex of the sky opposite the overtake of eggplant darkness it was hot and dry.
It was, for lack of better schooling on his behalf, beautiful. Though named the Vintu Western Gate, it was the western gate to the city Vien. The first city on this planet, there are rumors through history that it was originally named Vintu. No official archives, of course, on the matter.