Can you show me? Her words filled with wonder and the need to explore their home. A smile touches his pink lips, he could feel his chest swell with pride as he looks upon the delicate features of her face. "Of course," he nods his thick skull. His ears swivel to catch her words as she mentions that she had never been anywhere like here. "I had not either, until setting hoof on the Ridge," he says with a bob of his head. He had seen the other islands, been to their shores, even lived there for a time.
Until his recent visit to Tinuvel he had not even been there since he was a child. It was still frigid, and not much had changed, except for the King who ruled there. His father had been the King, and now another man sits on the throne, one that was chaos and wrath. His glacial eyes trace the delicate lines of cheekbones, his heart clinches within his chest. His eyes cloud with worry, worry for her and what was to come. He had not told a soul of what had happened on Tinuvel. He swallows hard. Tigerlily's voice interupts his thoughts. Have you lived here long?
"No, just shy of three weeks," he says with a smile. "The Ridge was empty when I came across it. I was told a man by the name of Liland once ruled these lands, but I have yet to meet him," he says loud enough for her to hear. "I went away from the Isles for some years. My brothers and I were..." his words drop off. How could explain to her what they had been? Pillagers? No. He had been a warrior. "Warriors" he says finally.
I hope you haven't been lonely. Her concern furrows her brow, a crease that Björn reaches his pink lips to. He wishes to push away her worries, she need not worry for him. "Do not worry my tígrisdýr," he says with a brush of his lips against her forehead. "There are a few that live here within the Ridge, you will soon meet them," promise in his voice. She would not have to feel worried nor afraid anymore.
"Now, let me show you all of the Ridge!" he says breathlessly. He leads her away from the ocean's edge, away from the frothing surf, deeper into the jungle. He would show her where he went for a moment of solace, he had found this secret place while patrolling. She willingly follows, her eyes bright with excitement. As he steps through the hanging vines, her right at his heels, it opens up before them. Beneath the canopy of Cecropias, Cathedral Figs, and Ceiba trees, a hidden cascading waterfall roars. The water pools at the foot of the cascading falls, its colors dark turquoise as they bubble over the mossy rocks.
"Please my tígrisdýr, tell me more about you," he yearns to know more about the woman who has captured his heart so.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge