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Will in Iceland

Wow I need a better title than that... anyway same thing William but this one has no romance... he isn't all about Gawian after all, he has a job and stuff. 


It’s taken three weeks of riding out on Hrut to get used to her. He hadn’t expected the horses of Iceland to be so different from the ones at home in England. Small, he knew they would be small, but the seat the Icelanders use is quite different from the one he had used all his life, and without adjusting to the seat, he hadn’t had proper control over his small mare until now. But still the pace is an odd gate, rolling him from side to side.

“William!” he hears from behind him, he stops Hrut and turns in his saddle to see who is following him.

“Yes Sigrun?” he asks as she pulls up beside him.

“Where are you going?”

“For a ride,” he glances at Rover who is whining now that he has pulled the horse up, “I don’t have much time.”

“And if someone sees you?”

“They will think I am a mad tourist out for a ride with his dog,” he knows that in the three weeks he has been here no one has seen him and Hrut. The girl makes a dismissive noise, and William thinks how full of herself this young daughter of the schools headmaster is.

“You are a teacher, you should protect the school,” Sigrun chides him.

“I’ve been protecting things all of my life. No one is going to think it odd that I’m out here,” Rover whines again, this time loudly, “I really must be getting back.”

“Why did you come here?” Sigrun asks abruptly.

William looks at her incredulously for a second before responding, “We needed a change. England was becoming uncomfortable.”

“England is uncomfortable for many people,” Sigrun says passionately.

“People like you?” he asks meeting her eyes for two heartbeats before she looks away.

“What people like me?” she asks.

“Werewolves. I saw it in a vision,” he says in a misty voice, then, “It was Rover, Sigrun. I know how he is with werewolves; I saw how he was with you.” Now Rover is barking. William dismounts and hands Sigrun Hrut’s reins, “Don’t be worried,” he says gently, “I’m going to have a bit of a seizure.”

“Should I get someone?”

“By the time you get someone it will be over, and the only one I would want here is Gawain.”

“And where is your friend?” she asks quickly


“Oh,” she says as William sits down on the ground. Rover walks up to him and gently licks his face. Soon William is having the familiar sensation of falling then the odd flashes of True Sight and then in what feels like seconds he’s on his side. He can taste blood in his mouth. He sits up slowly and wraps his arms around his dog, spitting blood.

“Bloody hell, I hate these things,” he says resting much of his weight against the Old English sheepdog; slowly he becomes aware of the girl holding his horse.

“What just happened?” she asks.

“That was me having a vision,” when he feels his legs will hold him he stands and takes Hrut’s reins back.

“Is it always like that?” she asks.

“For me, almost always. For my mother, and her mother on and on into the depths of time? No. I got to be the lucky one, my talent seems to be more than my body can take.”

“Are you alright?”

“I bit the inside of my mouth, not bad,” he says mounting, “not much useful information either though. We should get back, your father is looking for you.”

“How do you know?”

“I said not much useful information, I didn’t say no information at all,” he smiles, “now I really do need to get back. I have quite a headache.”


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Sep. 21st, 2004 10:42 pm (UTC)
How come I didn't see this before?
You have more, right...
Sep. 22nd, 2004 04:17 am (UTC)
er right now I don't think I do ... part of it is up at the RP site.
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