Nyimara can feel his eyes upon her as they leave the borders of Paradise and the watchful eyes of Rougaru behind them. For the first time in her life, Nyi leaves her father's side, free of his decisions and expectations. Of course she was a gift for Bjorn, a vivid reminder of an agreement between the two island stallions and perhaps somewhere deep down she should feel resentment or even irritation at being traded around so loosely between father and another. Sure were she not to know Bjorn as she did, she would have left an impression or two of her hooves in that pretty little smoke colored skin of his. But she did know him, well, knew enough to feel the flutter in her breast when he looked her way and the roar of blood and it pulsed through her veins. His touch was intoxicating, a drug she had yet to drink her fill of. She turns to him with taunting words, rhythmic lyrics upon her tongue in an attempt to hide the nervousness that was the young filly innocence protected and deflected by a guarded father. He reminds her that they have nothing but time now, his glacier gaze hiding whatever emotions play behind them. She stops now, her lithe figure fighting away the tremble that threatened to overwhelm her as he drew near.

His touch.

Hot breath against her skin sent shivers racing down her spine. There is a mischievous smile upon his lips, a knowing glimmer in his eyes that has a way of seeping through her skin. Silver white tail flicks against russet colored skin as Nyimara meets that mischievous smile with one of her own, a sudden calm reassurance enveloping her with the sudden need to feel his lips upon her skin. "Not trying to save them from me now are you Bjorn?" she teases, stretching her own sleek serpentine to allow ivory teeth to tug at his wind tangled locks of charcoal. Dark eyes gleam as she presses against him, curling her body against his own much like that of a cat to its master. Silken tail flicks across his pink lips as she circles him, nipping playfully at his flank, savoring the taste of his salty skin. "But I suppose it is important to give my dues." she purrs, her small muzzle tucking neatly into the curve of his jaw, labrums toying with the thick tufts of fur she finds there. "Passion is best enjoyed raw." she whispers dark eyes blinking up at him.