A faint predawn glow was seeping into the eastern sky when Ramuell quietly climbed out of his sleeping bag and stole into the camp’s kitchen area. He lit Semyaza’s tiny stove to heat water for tea.
After pouring himself a cup he made his way to the canyon overlook and took a seat on a boulder. There were no views anywhere on his homeworld that compared to this. Many Domhanians reported an agoraphobic response to the enormous vistas afforded by the dry atmosphere of Ghrain-3. Ramuell, on the other hand, reveled in the awesome beauty.
Semyaza approached and gestured toward the slowly brightening canyon, “No matter how much or how far I can see, it’s never quite enough.”
Ramuell smiled, “That’s exactly how I feel about this place.”
“I sensed that in you.”
They sat in companionable silenc
