His heart thrums against his ribs, a fast staccato that threatens to jump from his very chest. She wearily presses her body into his and he offers to be that stronghold that keeps her on her hooves. She breathlessly answers him, and he can feel the truth in her words. His eyes gleam as he looks upon their son, his smoky colored hide, his silvery tufts of mane to the black patches. His eyes slide over the strong legs despite their gangling length, and the determination in his glacial eyes despite the circumstances.

He is successful in finding the food that his mother has hidden beneath her belly. His silvery tail flicks back and forth happily as his belly is filled. His stubbornly holds his glacial eyes open, despite the sudden weariness that overcomes him. With a snort, he turns clumsily around and stumbles around the front of his mother to get a better look at the other. He curiously looks up at the unfamiliar face of his father. He reaches his pink nose up to touch the extended nose of his fathers, and an excited squeal erupts from between bare gums. As soon as the noise leaves his mouth, he retreats back in front of his mother to look up at his father.


Björn instantly reaches his nose down to place against the soft skin of his sons nose. A smirk touches his lips as the colt squeals and retreats behind Nya. His glacial eyes leave the handsome face of his son, to linger on the beautiful etherial face of Nya. "A name?" he pauses, thoughtfully as he thinks of names that would be fitting of their son. He is strong, so only the name of a victor would be suitable for him. His eyes widen as the perfect name comes to him. "Sigurðr," the name is thick with his northern accent. "It means, victor..." he says with a nod of his crown. "What do you think, my Nya?"


Sigurðr flicks his ears, as weariness begins to overcome him once again. A content sigh leaves his lips, as he begins the tedious task of laying down. His legs buckle beneath him as he plops in the soft grass. He wearily drops his head to his bed, as a few snorts escape from his delicate nostrils. He lays his head down and sprawls out, he breathes evenly as his eyes close. It is only a few minutes before he is in a deep sleep.

Björn & Sigurðr

silver grullo sabino chimera - newborn colt - heir

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