Amber was breathing heavily as she climbed after her parents. Khaki shorts showed well-toned thighs and calves, a result of spending as much time as she did with her parents on mission, their somewhat immodest length one of her father's few practical compromises for the jungle. A thin sheen of sweat plastered her athletic grey t-shirt to her back.<br/><br/>She was less enthusiastic about mission work than either of her parents - she had preferred spreading the Word through good works, building schools and participating in food aid programs than outright preaching. But she had followed them here, and it would be some time before they would be leaving.