Sunhearts hung on the streets of Palm Haven, glowing with a pale light that was just enough to reveal the pathways at night. There were also many candles and glass lanterns glowing in many houses and shops, lighting up the streets.
Since it was only evening, the city still had a bustling atmosphere, through which Xichen returned to her home.
This was the southeastern end of the Oasis, home to Sunwardens like her. Nearly half of the people that walked around were members of her tribe, and as the chief's daughter, many stopped to greet her.
She wondered sometimes, though, if the reason they showed so much deference toward her was because she was to be the next chief. Since she was her father's only offspring, and tradition stated that the chief's authority could only be passed down through blood, she was the only one who could be the next chief.
She felt her forehead, feeling the budding horns. When it fully appeared, no one else would doubt her authority, tradition or not.
