[center][h3][color=ff8800]Asmund Gjanarsson[/color][/h3]
[@Aspen Wren][/center]
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For the gifted, it was a strange situation. Anxiety had almost become an alien concept for him, but when he had seen Mrs. Fairfield for the first time, the possibilty of failure had become his primary thought. Asmund knew that he probably was considered the impersonation of gross motor skills on the campus and one of the last ones who would embark on a riding skill test. Yet he had done just that. Luckily, the barn manager revealed herself to be very different from what the intial impression allowed to assume.

The dark-brown haired man also silently gave credit to the horse he was sitting on. Carrying him was bound to be a bit of a challenge and so far, it seemed to handle it well. If that was to change - he didn't know. Asmund now heard hoofbeats approaching from behind. Out of the corner of his eye he could see that it was Niall. The gifted knew that the other student was one year above him, but aside from that Niall rather was a great unknown to him. He didn't even know that he was a Lycan.

Asmund's eyes inspected Niall quite a bit longer than he originally had intended to. The man's appearance was quite striking and - not much to his own approval - Asmund considered it superior to his own. Someone who knew him would also know why the gifted's tremendous muscular mass had become wrapped into a thin, but noticeable layer of blubber. [color=ff8800]"Erm... I think that question will answer itself once we have started."[/color] Why was there this smile on Niall's face ? Was he already expecting a certain outcome or was it only because Mrs. Fairfield surprisingly had assigned him the task to carry out the tests ?