The blue markings ended at a wooden gate set between two walls of dark stone. Beyond it, the cliff opened into a series of inhabited terraces, each broad enough for several houses but too narrow to mistake for ordinary ground. Rope bridges connected some of the terraces, while covered passages disappeared into the rock behind them.
Above the gardens, nets caught droplets blown from the rising river and drained them into covered barrels. Below, two people turned a wheel to lift a basket of vegetables between landings.
"They've built a whole village around the wind," he said.
Lunaris poked his head out of Nova's coat. The Auri watched a length of rope sliding through a wooden guide, its injured wing held close against its body.
"If you're planning to admire it, do it on the other side of the gate," a woman called. "You're standing where the return basket lands."
