Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn did not remain in the Dunes but a day before he set his eyes on the island of Atlantis. The words of Warsaw linger in his thick skull reminding him that the Ridge was empty. The ridge is where he would set out for and make it his home. With a farewell to Shaydowfax, he sends Tavas and Ysabel into the sea.
He has spent so much time in the sea over the last several days, that it almost feels like home. With a rhythmic stroke his smoky body slides through the salty water. His glacial eyes scan the distance for the island of Atlantis, soon he would touch his hooves against the sand, roll in the emerald grasses, and drink from the sweet waters.
The surf is softer here, no boulders, no rocks to cause its waters to froth white with anger. Atlantis was softer than Tinuvel, there was no frigid chill from the craggy mountain peaks. No, it feels as if he is on a warm vacation. A smile touches his pink lips. His eyes shift to the pair of women, he expects trouble from both of them. Tavas was vocal enough to curse the earth at his hooves. Ysabel, well, the woman was not pleased about being sent with him to Atlantis.
He turns to both of the women. "Welcome heim." He says gruffly. A seagull cries out in the distance, its sound unfamiliar to his thick ears.
Translation:
heim: home
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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