Mountain Lions
Gilan was somewhat afraid of mountain lions. And by somewhat, it was quite a bit. He could vividly remember the impact knocking him from his horse, the dirty smell, the calculating look in the amber eyes, the instinctive terror that had filled him. It wasn't a completely incapacitating fear, but he couldn't help feeling slivers of fear creep through his being whenever he was faced with the prospect of facing one.
Halt didn't blame him. Everyone had fears, and Gilan's experience that gave him the fear had been traumatic. Halt had been there when he had been found, helping a rather frantic David search. Halt remembered the then thirteen year old's quivering form, shaking legs, clammy skin, and most of all, the dark, ugly bruises that had colored his neck. Halt, in an attempt to ensure it didn't happen again, had tracked down the lion. Long before Gilan had officially become his apprentice, Halt had already been looking after him.
Long wait. Life's been a bit busy. Not my favorite chapter, but it's something to post, and as I get back into the groove they should get better. Thanks for everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed this story! Next update should happen within this week.
-TrustTheCloak
