The morning brought clear skies, but also a further drop in temperature. It was the kind of cold that hurt to breathe, where the whole world was as sharp as a razor, cracking and cutting with every step, and even the hottest fire brought no comfort.
"I think perhaps I'm lucky for not being allowed to join the hunt." Astira threw more logs on the fire and fussed with it as she drank her coffee.
Omar snorted as he finished strapping weapons in place. "It's not the threat of violence and likely death that makes you feel lucky, it is not having to go out in the cold? I wish I could say that surprises me. Of course Symaia would fall in love with a woman as crazy as he is." She grinned unrepentantly, and Omar rolled his eyes. "I will try to be back by dinner, but do not be alarmed if I do not show up until tomorrow. If I'm not back by tomorrow evening, then you should worry. But I will send you updates if I can do so safely."