When Ellisandra pushed aside the curtains in her room the next morning, she found that the morning had dawned bright and clear. That didn’t happen very often in Miran, especially not in winter. The view from her window now stretched all the way to the summit of the mountain they called “The Watcher”, its snowy slopes crisp and clear against the sky. Light from the two suns beat down on the fresh snow, making it glitter like thousands of tiny gemstones. The shadow of her house in the snow was sharp, with a blue-tinged double edge. A set of tracks ran through the yard where two maramarang had chased each other. You could see where their wings had brushed the snow and where one of them had taken to the air, while the other one had climbed onto the rubbish bins.
Activity at the Andrahar house
