Chapter 61
November – 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
PAREESA
"C'mon!" Pareesa snapped. "Why do you guys always have to move so slow?"
She pulled her slender frame through the dirt, thankful she had possessed the foresight to don the tunic her mother had made her to mimic Mikhail's shirt and not just her shawl, which would have come off by now from the friction of pressing her belly against the rubble. Pesky protrusions! Why on earth had she had to go and sprout a pair of those? For some reason the men kept staring at them, especially during hand-to-hand combat when her shawl would slip and leave them exposed. You'd have thought the men had never seen breasts before!
"We're going as fast as we can," Ebad grumbled from her heel.
They crawled, elbow-over-elbow, as they made their way
