Tessia gripped my hand tightly when I joined Meresh, Fen, and the others at the front of the seated tribe.
I’m scared. Her gray eyes practically begged to be anywhere else. They’re almost here.
All eyes were fixed on the quickly approaching group, who had clearly chosen speed over stealth. They numbered about twenty. Niralessa led them, her green skin a contrast against the yellow grass, even though they still appeared small in the distance.
Can you tell what she’s thinking right now? I asked Tessia.
Not yet. They’re too far away.
It was strange to be sitting in the dirt with a crowd of people, waiting for something that could mean complete doom.
Dust floated up as Niralessa’s war party jogged closer. Anxiety rolled off the Zurbos around me as they shifted around and breathed faster.
