Yisha sat inside the carriage, her small hands tightly grasping the corners of her own clothes, her eyes filled with intense curiosity as she sized up the outside scenery through the glass windows on either side.
The streets of Green City were far from as clean and tidy as those of Dawn City, with even the air slightly permeated by a hint of the sewage's odd smell.
But even this scene was enough to pique the girl's curiosity.
Through the glass window, the outside scene reflected into those red pupils.
Stores with their doors wide open on both sides of the cobblestone-paved road sold all sorts of items, both common and exotic—fruits, delicacies, clothing, and even weapons and armor.
The peasants walking by in their burlap clothes looked at the carriage with profound awe, not daring to come close.