“I’d suggest,” the woman said, “a nice pair of leggings or trousers under the ko-takama for a Windrunner—or whatever you are—so that…” “What?” Syl said innocently. “When you’re flying,” the woman said. “So that, you know…” Syl cocked her head, then gasped. “Oh! Or everyone will see my chull.” “Your … chull?” the woman asked.
