CHAPTER 32
Penrys emerged from the kazr in her full winter flying gear. The gusts of wind were less frequent but the snow was still coming down thickly, and already starting to cover the swept canvas of the kazr roofs with a new layer, even as Najud and Winnajhubr were knocking the old layer off.
When Najud raised an eyebrow at her clothing, Penrys told him, “The horses are all still there, but I can’t tell how they’re doing for food, or whether they’re able to reach the grass. I want to take some grain out to them and see.”
He nodded and waved her down to Jirkat for the grain sack. She trudged through the fresh snow on the path and told him what she wanted.
“Not too heavy,” she said. “I can always make multiple trips, but I can’t carry very much, especially with all this clothing.”
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