9: the Iron Temple
“A hard wind drove down from the steep cliff walls, spilling snow over John and the other Fai’daum fighters. John’s tahldi gave a low groan. The other tahldi echoed the quiet call.
Riding beside John, Fenn leaned forward and stroked the jaw of his dappled tahldi. He whispered softly to the animal and it seemed to relax. John attempted to emulate Fenn’s actions, but his own big buck just pulled its lips back to show its yellow teeth to John. He stopped trying to soothe the animal.
“He doe...sn’t like riding behind the others.” Fenn had to shout to be heard over the wind.
“My tahldi?” John shouted back.
Fenn nodded and then bowed his head against another blast of wind. A thick crust of frost clung to Fenn’s scarf and hood. He kept his gloved hands tucked into his coat.
John felt crystals of ice condensing on his eyelashes and in his nose. He tugged his scarf up a little, like Fenn, and bowed his head down against the cutting wind.MoreLess
Riding beside John, Fenn leaned forward and stroked the jaw of his dappled tahldi. He whispered softly to the animal and it seemed to relax. John attempted to emulate Fenn’s actions, but his own big buck just pulled its lips back to show its yellow teeth to John. He stopped trying to soothe the animal.
“He doe...sn’t like riding behind the others.” Fenn had to shout to be heard over the wind.
“My tahldi?” John shouted back.
Fenn nodded and then bowed his head against another blast of wind. A thick crust of frost clung to Fenn’s scarf and hood. He kept his gloved hands tucked into his coat.
John felt crystals of ice condensing on his eyelashes and in his nose. He tugged his scarf up a little, like Fenn, and bowed his head down against the cutting wind.MoreLess
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