Chương 75: Chapter 75

It was snowing heavily when they woke. The fire had long gone out, and his horse was making cranky noises despite the fact she was bred for hard weather and perfectly fine in her blanket. Spoiled beast. Omar groaned and sat up. Shaking off his boots, he checked them for intruders, then pulled them on and laced them up. Then he went to deal with the fire.

By the time he had coffee going, Astira was making discontented noises of her own. "Please tell me it's not snowing."

Omar chuckled and didn't comment, simply went to tend the horses. When he returned to the fire, Astira handed him a cup of coffee and settled on the ground, sitting on her cloak, to sip at her own. She reminded him of Symaia, who'd never been much of a morning person either. More times than Omar could recall, he'd forgotten that fact and Symaia had yelled at him to stop talking or prepare to die young.