When the Student is Ready;
The Teacher Arrives...
From Role Playing
Twelve nights later when Robyn and Windstorm came in from their
evening exploration. Robyn slid wearily from the saddle and began
grooming the mare. The full moon lit the barn like a huge spotlight
as Robyn brushed and tended Windstorms hoofs.
"That's a nice horse." A very calm, young sounding voice
said from the door. "Yes, she is." Robyn smiled looking
up from brushing Windstorm down. The sound of a leather duster moving
against jeans could be heard as the man approached." What's
"Good name, and what's yours?"
Robyn stands up, dusting away the loose horsehair on her jeans and
jacket "Robyn Mac Allister. I'd shake your hand but they are
a bit hairy and dirty at the moment. "What's yours?" she
asked while making a quick inspection of the horse's hooves.
"First rule of the arts, ask what someone likes to be called..."
The red haired man said. His face was kind of boyish despite the
lines at the corners of his eyes, and a few flecks of white at the
temples. Robyn pats the horses neck, then her muzzle saying "good
night lady" Turning and looking at him, taken back by his words.
"What did you say?" His face didn't make it look like
he smiled too much, and his eyes defied everything else. They were
just old. Eternities old. He smiles a bit "First rule of the
Arts, ask what someone likes to be called."
"Then what do you like to be called?" Her eyes sweeping
over him, with an attempt to read his mind to determine his intent,
a slow languid half smile plays at her lips. He offered his hand
despite her earlier statement. "Stephyn Hunter."
"And that's what you like to be called?" Laughing softly
as she took his hand. Her hand weathered from the desert. "A
pleasure to meet you, Stephyn Hunter." His is worn a bit with
other things than desert: time, age, and trials. "Something
told me we should meet..."
"What something was that? Or is that what you say to all the
girls?" Robyn teased."
"Oh, its just what the forces that be want...I kind of work
for them now." Stephyn grinned. "Though I will have to
try that as a pick up line...
but as the saying goes, when
the student is ready, the teacher shall appear."
A nervous laugh escaped her. "Teacher?" He nodded and
lifts his hand a slight glow about it, as he does, his eyes turn
the color of moonlight. "Something like that." Startled
by the display and more than a little intrigued. She whispered,
"You are like me."
"Just with a bit more experience, but yes."
"And this is how it works... a teacher just appears...amazing."
Shaking of the sense of awe "But where are my manners- can
I offer you something hot to drink...and a place to talk that's
more private?" As other guests arrive at the cottages from
their daily trek or shopping; some of them bedded down their horses
or dogs in the barn. Stephyn nodded. "Sounds like a good idea
on all counts" and follows with a smile and whistling some
tune down the path way to the furthest most cottage, set a good
deal away from the others. She opens the door without a key. (-Slight
of hand-)"Home sweet home."
"It's nice." Stephyn looked about the place. Moonlight
streamed thru the French doors of the small but luxuriously appointed
Robyn removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack. It's comfortable.
Gestured pillow-backed couches in the small living room. "Where
do you come from Stephyn?"
"I think that is a Mystery the earth will ponder for some time...but
I was born in Ireland. He responded. Robyn was already pouring water
into a copper kettle and putting it on the stove. "A lovely
place, I've heard..." Studying him openly. "You are older
than you appear..."
"Quite a bit and not at all at the same time. I was born in
1976...but have lived for about...." He thinks for a long moment.
"Around a thousand years or so...I've lost count" Looking
sidelong at him "It's time magick, isn't it? Then asks "Coffee
or Tea? Taking down two large mugs from the cabinet. "its like
it stands still and I can see past, present, and future all at one
time. Very weird."
"Coffee. Please." Stephen answers then "I wont lie,
it doesn't get easier, you just learn to filter what you want and
ignore the rest." Robyn opens a bag and tosses it into the
cup, pouring the steaming water over it. "I had a feeling you
might say that..."
"So I guess we start with what you think you know and go from
there" Stephyn began. Robyn puts the cup on the bar, with a
small basket of cream, sugar and spoon etc. "That I do not
know much and need to know more. Magick flows through me" she
whispers very quietly "Sometimes using me like a lightening
Stephyn queried further. "It does that. The question is if
you ground out or burn out?"
something told me to send it into the ground...and
I did. It works. But sometimes I fall into an un-natural sleep after.
I sense ghosts and can see auras sometimes... the time things and
some things that amount to parlor tricks like reading minds or impressing
my thoughts on another..."
"Not bad, it can be honed... The important thing to remember
is: don't let people see you do it.
"How can it be honed? It comes and goes when it pleases, and
seldom when I summons it."
"Everyone has a different way of doing things...Stephen explains.
"I only need to concentrate and it happens...it all depends
on what you believe in. So what do you believe in Robyn MacAllister?"
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This short story posted on AOL on 20-February -03