Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn huffs a warm breath onto the delicate curve of her wry nose, a warm exchange between strangers. She stands on steady hooves but shivers still rake her body threatening to topple her over into the sand once again. Her face is not peaceful as she looks back at the sea's frothing waves, but it contorts in fear as the waters crash against the sands.
I was trying to make it to the commons, she says finally. A chuckle rolls from deep within his chest. "Well, this is not the commons. The commons is back out across the sea," he says with a mischievous glint in his glacial blue eyes. "It is also not a safe place, Dahlia," he warns with an ominous tone. He does not know where she has come from, but it would be unwise for her to go the Commons.
"You have found yourself on the Ridge and I am Björn the Bera Konung," he says with a proud dip of his head. The warrior peers at the curious pale woman from beneath a thick ebony forelock. Curiosity fills his glacial blue eyes. "So, Dahlia... where are you from? And what has brought you to my shores?" he asks.
Her scent floats on the sea breeze, telling him that she is from the Island of Luthien. Everything that he has learned is that a man by the name of Shamwari leads the Prairie. Warsaw has only mentioned his name in passing, and Björn is curious about this mysterious Shamwari.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge |