“We still need to get some things from the kitchen,” Dara protested.
“No time. You already spent so much time packing. We best move our sorry backsides afore everyone out there wakes up to where we’re going and wants to come with us. There be only so much space in the hunting shack.”
Ontane lifted the latch and pushed the shed doors.
They would only open halfway, because the refugees had built an igloo outside. Ruko let go of the reins and gave the doors a huge shove, simply pushing aside snow heaped up behind them.
Loriane expected to be swamped with requests for food and shelter, but all refugees were further down the street, staring in the direction of the plain.
Behind her, Myra gasped. “By the skylights.”
“What’s going on?” Loriane asked.
“The whole sky is crackling with icefir
