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Prose – Glint – Part 2 – Piece 7

February 21, 2012

 Torlin slowed as he neared the hear of horses. Recognising him and the horses from their group they looked over only slightly interested. Anja called out for Stella and Guus for Victor. It was Victor who came first. Victor strolled out from the edges of the horses and Guus noticed that he was a tall horse, even for a Wrigg one. The dark brown stallion practically swaggered through the other horses, quite at home already, it seemed. Keeping close behind him, and looking unusually timid and small, was Stella.

Anja broke into a smile as she dismounted from her steed. Guus could not keep from smiling, too, glad to see that Stella was all right, but mostly that there were no complications, difficulties or dramas. He did not want the slightest of any in such a place as this.

“That will be your two then. You really need to train them with whistle, otherwise finding them here…sometimes difficult.” Torlin said. “We do have a school for young horses. I think we should keep them there. Then you can see them and train them. Sound good?”

“That sounds perfect,” Guus said, approaching Victor with caution. As usual, trying to take hold of Victor became a game. The horse’s teeth went for his fingers to the laughter of Torlin and Anja.

“You little…” Guus said, eventually being allowed to stroke the stallion. “I think keeping Victor away from bad influences is just what he needs. They discipline them at this school of yours, yeah?” Guus said as he mounted Victor clumsily. Just as his stubborn horse half bucked him and he scrambled for a hold of its mane Guus saw the figure amongst the rocks.

“Hey, ho,” he said calming Victor and pulling him around in a circle to face the direction. It was gone but he was sure what he had seen. Freij standing there between two large boulders. It was just a fraction of a moment, but it was her.

“What is it?” Anja asked looking over in the same direction. “What did you see?”

“Oh, nothing.” Guus said. “Just shadows. This place is full of them.”

What is she doing here? He thought, knowing of course the reason why. Well, he knew why she was here, but not really. As about as much as he knew why he was here. There were no specifics and no purpose yet. He had not even told Anja about her. She knew nothing and he assumed that she never would. He had left the freijgilten in Fot. Actually, Freij had left him, he corrected his thoughts. That she was back now…he did not know what to think. It was just another complication.

“Let’s get in from the cold,” he said. The last thing he wanted to see or hear then was a swarm of cockroaches. No telling how many she would have trailing her now, he thought. They all turned and followed Torlin back the way they had came. Guus looked around again at the rocks, spires, and pass-overs. Freij was nowhere to be seen, but he knew that soon enough he would be speaking with her.

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