Amosa Sian watched from the doorway as her mother and grandmother set off to prepare troupes for a mission on Earth. She had heard their entire conversation and was suddenly feeling a tinge of guilt for the way she acted around Alexia. She was after all, her sister.
Amosa ran to her room and dressed in dark colors. She pulled back her hair and secured it with a clip. She adorned a black mask that covered her eyes.
This was special preparation reserved for the most crucial battles.