Circle Story and Forward
Time: Night, 10th of April Place: Stables, Fairford House Status: Closed, for @cescapist
Valentin didn’t quite know what had brought him here. Other than that pull, maybe. On his nightly walk the quiet roads of St Maur Town, he’d run into the young groomsman from Fairford, a heavy pouch in his hands and a frown on his face. This late at night.
“What is it?” he’d asked and almost in the same instance mocked himself in thought for being so anxious, for thinking it could be anything that regarded him. The next instance, he was proven right, against his will all the same. ‘The Forester’s young mare...’ the groomsman had replied.
Did it? Did it prove Valentin right that his suddenly anxious mind had rightfully feared the worst? Did it prove Valentin right that this really did concern him? After all... Clever wasn’t his concern, was she? So why had he followed? Why had he turned to follow the groomsman without pause or hesitation, all the way to Fairford House, as though it was him who’d been called, not the veterinarian.
An then, thirty minutes later, a month later, he entered the stables of Fairford House. “Benny?” he asked. No one had told him that Benny would be here. But maybe that was what had brought him here. The fear that he might be.
