Darna knew that. Sitting on horseback felt new all over again. “You’ve seen that we don’t have horses here; ordinary people don’t, at least,” she said. The train of horses had stretched out long enough that they could speak privately.
“What other impressions do you have of this place?” she asked.
Nolerin chuckled. “Now that I’m seeing your winters, I’ll be going back home to Enomae as soon as I’m able.”
“You might like the city better; the winters in Anamat aren’t so rainy. The southern provinces are a bit warmer, too, but most winter days are cloudy there, too.”
“Have you been there?” Nolerin asked.
“No,” Darna answered, too quickly. “I don’t know much more about them. Tell me about Enomae.”
And so Nolerin did, regaling her with tales of his homeland and the city of Calandria stretc
