bafouq stood against the trestle of the bridge spanning an ice flow between two promontories in the glacier field. Bundled up in furs and leather thongs, he watched the birds circling high overhead, clouds trailing along in the evening air, and the last rays of the sun glinting off the rocky mountaintops. Beneath him, the ice river was gurgling, a few patches of the thin sheet breaking apart in one of the last days of warmth they would have before winter set in fully. He was determined to enjoy it as best he could.
Despite the solemnity of his environs, his thoughts were a maze of ideas and plans and proposals. Questions ranged through each, most of them centring around the note he had received a few weeks back from the Åelf. So many things that he had read about, so many little stories and possibilities that he'd never expected to see in his lifetime were finally coming together. How he wished he could be involved in the actual events playing themselves out then stuck up on this glacier only able to watch from a distance.
Abafouq was unusual for a Binoq, though any human ever seeing him would never know it. His short dark hair was curled about his ears, bundled tightly together under his bearskin cap, and his small hands burrowed beneath the jerkin to fight against the cold, much like any other of his diminutive race. What was different was that few of his kind even lived this far into the glacial passes, where the Nauh-kaee ruled. They did not take kindly to trespassers in their demesnes, but that was another reason why Abafouq was peculiar.
Scraping his boot against the stone-hewn bridge, Abafouq turned away from the sky-scape and headed back to the small home built into the side of the mountain. Lifting aside the thick canvas, he scrambled down the sloping pathway of stone, and into the anteroom. Slipping free from the heavy jacket, he could feel the artificial warmth filling his bones. He had lived on this glacial plateau for so many years now, that he almost forgot how warm the hearths of his people's homes could be.
Moving to the next room in the cave, the dim light from Geurnef's enchantments cast the place in brisk shadow. With a single word, he was able to call them back from dormancy, giving the main room a more pleasant illumination. Abafouq pondered when Geurnef would return from his hunt. It had been several days since he had seen the Nauh-kaee who had taken him in. It was not unusual for him to leave for weeks at a time though.
Pulling the gloves from his fingers, he traced the small digits over the cache he had chiselled from the very stone. It was not too large, as he did not have much to store within it. A few books, some papers of his own, and his ink and pens. It was hard to come by ink in this clime, s it had a tendency to freeze on any journey through the mountains. So he very seldom used it.
Also, the message he had received from the Åelf was kept within that chamber. Every night for the last few weeks he had read it over again, trying to decide what he could do about it. There appeared to be little that he could do, trapped as he was in the glaciers. But Abafouq hated feeling so useless.
The sound of the claws against stone broke his mind free once again. Standing beneath the canvas covering the door was Geurnef. He was at least three times the Binoq's size, and appeared to be nothing remotely human in shape at all. Almost pure white, from the feathers adorning his upper half and wings, to the tawny fur covering his hindquarters and long narrow tail. His hooked beak was black though, a glossy black that reflected the ambient light that came from each of the walls. The chimæra peered coldly at Abafouq, not bothering to greet him as he entered.
"I'm glad to see you have returned safely," Abafouq said, addressing his keeper in a respectful fashion.
"Still reading that note?" Geurnef spoke, but not in words that could be understood by many ears. The Nauh-kaee do not speak the tongues of humans, or even the Binoq, for their throats lack the capability to do so. Yet their intent is inherent upon their voices, and those to whom they wish to be understood, would know what they said. In all his time here, Abafouq had never understood the speech of any Nauh-kaee except his keeper.
"Yes, I have been trying to decide what to do about it. I think I need to see these things for myself, instead of waiting here to discover them months later."
The white head turned to focus on the unkempt mattress, and the table at which he ate. Geurnef pulled a small white satchel from across his back and set it on the table. Abafouq knew it would contain fruits and meats from the lower lying mountains. It was his means of survival.
"So what shall you do?"
"I wish to go to Metamor itself. That is where all of these people have gathered. I want to speak to this Felikaush directly."
Geurnef gazed at him with those unreadable eyes. Like the rest of his body, they were white on black, an obsidian as unfathomable as most of his race. "It is a month-long journey just to leave the glaciers if you wish to head to Metamor. That will leave you travelling in October without shelter. You would die in such cold, and you know I am not large enough to carry you."
Abafouq had thought of the same thing himself, and so sighed. "I will meet this man, I do not wish to watch from afar forever."
"I doubt you will." Geurnef turned then and started towards the canvas leading back into the anteroom. "Once the Spring thaw arrives, we will go visit Metamor."
"We?" Abafouq asked in some surprise.
Geurnef tilted his head to one side. "Qan-af-årael's message was for both of us. And I would like to meet this Felikaush as well."
The Binoq considered that for a moment, and then pointe out, "But the shadow without a shadow will be revealed by then."
His benefactor stopped a moment beneath the canvas. It's tapered hide lay against the smooth white fur of his back for a moment, while the feathers of his wings bristled slightly. He appeared to wear that same contemplative look as he had when he pulled a shivering Binoq from a snow drift several years ago. "Well, things aren't supposed to become interesting until after that, so you might as well as wait. There will be quite a bit of work to do this Spring."
Abafouq sat open mouthed for several minutes even after the Nauh-kaee had left. His eyes finally turned back to the cache, and the message he was holding in his small and. With a sigh, he slid it back beneath the rocks, and walked over to the table to see what sorts of delights awaited him in the satchel. He could read it and any of his other books again later.
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