Chapter 11
FLAMES LEAPED in the night, against the backdrop of forest, unfamiliar dark shapes that were trees, where creatures hid and rustled and hooted. The sky above was dark and full of stars like the sky in the City of Glass at lowsun.
As someone new to lands devoid of snow, Carro found his senses were all askew. The smells, the sounds, the feel of the ground under his feet, everything was different. And even the nights were so incredibly warm.
A shiver crawling over his arms, Carro finished rubbing his eagle and put the brush back in this kit bag. So neat and tidy it was compared to those of the hunters. They had non-standard bags, and non-standard saddles. Jeito wore a harness, but the other two didn’t. They’d laughed when he asked about their uniforms.
Farey knelt by the fire,
