The vehicle sped across the wilderness, its black steel exterior imparting a sense of sturdiness and safety. Tilan leaned against the car window in the passenger seat, feeling the wind whooshing past her ears, her soft long hair fluttering freely in the breeze.
Unusually, she wasn't napping in the car, nor was she reading or practicing. Instead, she rested her chin on her fair wrists and looked out at the boundless scenery passing by.
If before she had been a lone orchid blooming in the Secluded Valley, today she was a black rose blooming resplendently in the bright wind. The aura she emitted was palpable to her companion sitting in the driver's seat.
The president today is quite extraordinary, thought many members, not daring to tease her as they might have done in the past.
"What's up ahead?" the girl asked after a long silence, her voice crystal clear, like wind chimes.
"It's block 1824, our sampling location," came the reply.