CLARITY
“Absolutely not,” Amos uttered after my request for us to resume training.
I pursed my lips in frustration. I’ve been cooped up in our room to rest for days. Everyone is treating me like a porcelain doll that might break with a mere touch. I understand their worry, but I feel fine already.
“But I’m okay now. See?” I stood from my seat and randomly danced just to prove a point.
The seriousness in his eyes disappeared and was replaced with suppressed laughter. He avoided my gaze, but I continued dancing for the giggles this time.
“Where did you even learn that?” he asked, couldn’t stop himself anymore and cackled.
“When I was younger, my parents took me and my sister to watch a performance. I vaguely remember the choreography, but it was amazing. Although I’m sure I just look s
