Mt. Dakun, Rebellion-Held Aviye
Amri
Amri held on for dear life as she rode the sandbags up the side of the cleft. The pallet shifted with her weight, rotating slightly from the momentum of her jump until a corner scraped the side of the cleft and a sandbag fell off, bursting on the ground but thankfully hitting no one. It was a reminder of what would happen to her head if she fell from this height.
Even across the minutes it took for the pallet to reach the top, Amri's mind was filled with horror at what she'd done to Zai.
Standing in the room with one woman who was a font of cold annoyance and another who was a tornado of blazing fury had been a difficult experience. She'd been pulled between those emotions when she'd picked an argument with Zai, and the small relief before Zai had started being stubborn had not been enough to let Amri find her center before...
