Obsidian Moons by Jon Keys

Author:Jon Keys [Keys, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-718-6
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2016-09-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

TERJA WOKE to a chill that permeated his entire body. He and Anan had burrowed themselves into their bedding, topped by the snowgrazer pelt. He pressed himself against Anan’s warm chest and sighed with contentment. After a moment passed, he pulled Anan’s arm over him for another layer of heat. As he waited to thaw, he studied the interior of their tent.

His breath, as well as Anan’s, created small puffs of white and a layer of frost covered the inside of the tent. Terja marveled at the twinkling crystalline exhibition until his twining began to move. To add to the cold, it had snowed too, and the accumulation had settled in each ripple of the tent’s covering.

“First snow of the season. Iceweaver is early in her work this year,” Anan said.

He ventured a hand from beneath the layers of bedding to poke at the side of the tent. The frost on the tent’s interior flew away with little effort from Terja while the white powder on the exterior slid down like a miniature avalanche.

“Strands! It should not be dust snow this early.”

“We’re much closer to the Ais Mountains. And First Weaver told us Iceweaver ruled over this part of the Talac lands more than anywhere else,” Anan said.

“I had hoped she would be lenient with our group.”

Anan turned his gaze toward Terja and chuckled. “Iceweaver is never lenient. Ask the Meke. They know her best of us all.”

Terja sighed and pressed against Anan, unwilling to think of anything beyond their immediate comfort.

“We can’t hide in here all day,” Anan said.

“Are you certain?”

He glanced over his shoulder to catch Anan grinning at him and Terja began to chuckle. Then a strong gust hit the side of the tent and set the fabric popping. The disturbed rime fell across them like a miniature snowstorm. Terja shivered at the cold and curled into a ball.

“I hate winter. It’s so cold,” said Terja.

Anan shook his head and chuckled slightly. “Winter village is colder than this. This year you’re experiencing it through a thin tent rather than a lodge of thick earth. It makes a lot of difference.”

Terja slipped his hand out of the bedding and grabbed what clothing he could reach. He pulled them into the folds with him and Anan.

“Strands!” Anan squeaked. “Those are cold.”

“And who was just telling me it would be much colder at winter village?”

“Yes, and we’ll have daggerhorn fur and thick sheets woven from kuri fiber. I’ll be warm as a high summer day. But now we’re trying to make do with what we’ve scrounged.”

Terja nodded slowly in agreement. But he knew there was nothing he could do to change their situation. Reaching into the bedding, he dragged their semithawed clothing to them.

He pulled them on as quickly as possible, but the cold still soaked into his body and left him chilled. He waited until Anan had dressed before wrapping the snowgrazer pelt around himself. Anan met his glance with a cocked eyebrow. Terja pulled the skin tighter and turned away.

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