CHAPTER 27
The snow was light, but it was enough to turn the ground white and to obscure the trail they were following—not entirely, but enough that Penrys had to land frequently to check that she hadn’t lost it, as the wind blew the snow into uneven drifts.
Najud’s broom was handy for that, though rather worn after two days of use.
The worst of it now was the frequent landings. The hardest part of flying was lifting her weight off the ground, heavier now for all the layers she had on, and this constant landing to check for the track was wearing her out.
She didn’t bother Najud about it, since it couldn’t be helped.
Now she looked up at the low, dull sky, the clouds heavy with snow. Up aloft, where she’d been moments ago, she’d felt the beginning of gusty winds that threatened worse t
