It was a pretty windy night, but that did not chill Rachel. The wind was dry and hot, making her push the blanket away. Isabela, who sleeps next to her, did not seem disturbed. She had been asleep since they had a joyful conversation two hours ago.
Her innocent face while sleeping made Rachel smile. "She looks a lot like her brother," Rachel muttered while gently rubbing Isabela's forehead.
Rachel sighed, looking out the window. Hatemoor's skies were quite different from Old Landald's. The industrial activity about ten or twenty kilometers away made the sky a little lighter. Isabela said the company is the second-largest maker of synthetic food and oxygen in the federation. But their business practices are harmful to the environment.
"How can they just calm down while doing business like that?" Rachel regretted it, but she did not want to think about it. She was more interested in going out of her room and cooling off in the greenhouse, looking for fresh air.
