"Laiah," Clavott repeated in a whisper, to remind himself. The winds carried his voice away. He wrapped his cloak around his shoulders tightly, walking beside Esther to protect her from the harsher winds.
He smiled warmly, glancing at the pearly heavens. "Maybe you should dye your horse!" he suggested over the howling wind. The thought of a purple mare made him chuckle. Drawing a deep breath of cool air, he looked up and down the bare street, hugging himself for warmth.
"Where can we start?"