M A G N U S
THE twilight quickly gave way to the night as they swam and if the thought, or even the reality of swimming in the dark bothered him, it didn’t show. Excitement remained the most prominent of emotions that ran through his mind. He wondered what the forest would be like, if it would live up to anything Olaf had told him – not that he really paid enough attention to know what to expect. Where he had tuned out of some stories, he had interconnected them with others or just made things up completely.

THE spotted boy was never far behind the pale mare and the dark filly, that was, until they reached the shore. As he pulled himself free of the ocean, his nostrils flared and he drew in a familiar scent that lingered all around them. He might have known she’d be here! He began to move in the direction that the scent of his seemed strongest before realising that his travelling companions were not moving.

WHEELING around quickly, he trots back towards the pair. While he knew the mare was more than capable of looking after herself, they’d arrived together and he was obliged to look out for the pair as much as himself. Just as well he did as a pale stallion appeared through the trees just as the bald faced boy began to make his way back. ”Ah, sorry to intrude” he answered the stallion’s question to Jay and Mjar, his demeanour cautious and devoid of any threat, "They came with me…or me with them. It doesn’t really matter”, he wrinkles his nose, trying to work out best how to explain the situation, ”We’re just visiting.”

HIS sister’s scent nags at the back of him mind once more as he shifts, blue eyes tracing the tree line. Keeping the tone light to dispel any tension that might have come from his presence, Magnus wondered aloud about the buckskin mare, ”So Gandy’s here somewhere right? Did my sister just turn up or was she actually invited?” He assumed the latter but Jörmungandr was always full of surprises and so very little like Magnus.

ONLY THE STRONG WILL SURVIVE