DOWN TIME DRABBLE
jenthegypsy
He had never given thought to working beneath the sign of the anvil and the hammer, but when pressed into service he took to the trade quickly enough. Repetition was the best teacher for one of his limited abilities, and he soon came to know his duties, as well as the pattern of the days.
Wake in darkness, work in sun-filtered gloom and retire in darkness, never leaving the confines of the smithy.
Day in. Day out.
Except for the mornings when the bells rang. On those days, the young master would lead him to a field just beyond the town, where he was left to graze and run and roll to his heart's content. He splashed in the clear, running water and kicked up his heels for no reason at all. He slept under a blanket of a million stars, already dreaming of the next time the bells would ring.
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(A/N: Oh, come on! You didn't really think I would write Will as having "limited abilities", did you?)