Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn does not know much about Ysabel, except that she is a gift from Warsaw. A gift of good faith, to insure that if Warsaw were in need of his assistance that Björn would be there. They had barely spoke a word, exchanged a few glances but that was the extent of their interaction. He has yet to speak with the young child who she had in stow either. Ysabel was a stunning woman, golden coat splashed with white. Björn is fortunate that Warsaw sees him in such a manner that he would send Ysabel, even after Liland won the Bay.
He watches her face lights up as they step on to Atlantis, her eyes take in all of the wonders that the Ridge held for them. Where are we? The words slip from her mouth. "The ridge." he says simply. He swivels his head toward her, a smile spreads across his pink lips. "Our new home," he says with a content sigh on his lips.
His glacial eyes roam her figure, her scent beckons him to come closer. He dares to step closer to her, his nostrils quiver. It was best that they got to know each other now that they had this moment to themselves. His eyes fall upon the child at her side, her innocent eyes big as she looks at the world around her. "I hope you will find being here with me to be enjoyable," he says. He knew that she could not be pleased being passed around like someones property. He was interested to find out more about the pale woman and how she came to be here with him.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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