Tatehan did not expect the journey to be a pleasant one. In fact, that thought hadn't crossed his mind at all. Since it was only him riding through this vast and desolate landscape alone, he had actually expected very little in terms of enjoyment.
With Riven, he'd had company, someone to talk with when they rode for too long and the journey started to get monotonous.
Now he was alone with his thoughts, and this would have been an incredibly boring ride if not for the fact that riding itself came with a certain kind of joy.
He accelerated forward, letting the wind hit his face, genuinely enjoying the sensation of speed.
The velocity he was traveling at now was much faster than before, so fast that he was basically zooming across the wasteland. A speed far more intense than when he'd been riding with Riven.
A speed that literally made the dust rider feel like a blur streaking across the Martian surface.
