Mt. Dakun, Rebellion-Held Aviye
Amri
"I must admit, I like this far less than I thought I would," Amri's voice shook as she was carried up the gentler slope of Mt. Dakun, fighting off vertigo.
Despite the late spring, there was still snow in the shadows of some crevices and trees, which Zai had to avoid. Twice Zai had to recover as patches of rock gave way under the thin layer of soil that coated the mountain. And the clouds were promising rain and lightning in the distance, heading their way. Amri actually hoped it would rain. She loved the sounds and smells, but didn't want to get wet.
