Chapter Four
Feather no sooner stepped through the doorway than Jana was in his arms.
Her father Dane protested. ‘Now, my sweet, no need for that. You can see he’s not harmed.’
‘I was afraid,’ said Jana, stepping back and taking her beloved by the shoulders. ‘The lights, the noise. Autumn storms are always frightening, but this was terrible! I don’t know how your people stand it, out there on the plains. You must be so brave.’
Feather shook his head, pulling her close again. ‘I’d be more afraid that a roof would fall on me,’ he said. ‘We ran into the open. Even so, well. It was bad.’
‘We had enough trouble here,’ said Dane, shepherding his guest through the showroom hung with fabric and half-made garments, and into the living quarters beyond. ‘Some few deaths, I am sorry to say. Apart
