Lutis Village, Democratic Union of Aviye
Amri
From above, the mountains of central Aviye were just as preciously majestic as from below. Amri gazed out, feeling the tiniest echo of her old fear - heights - as her eyes picked out a waterfall amongst the cliffs.
They were flying to Lutis, which had built its own airstrip over the summer. The plane they were in was a boxy, single-propellor cargo plane that had seating for up to eight passengers.
Maya was far more fearless, her face almost pressed against the glass as she tried to hum louder than the engine could buzz.
Zai... was asleep. Her head lolled into Amri's shoulder even as updrafts and the odd bit of turbulence shook the plane. Next to Maya, Rui was supposed to be sitting, but instead, she'd unbuckled herself. For the most part, she'd wandered around the small plane's fuselage and was staring out of windows now that she had finished pestering the pilot with her questions.
