I wonder, what is on your mind...

A question that could easily be transformed into hours of unburdening his thoughts on the poor girl. Yet, he feels the need to share the weight with her but holds back. War, Ivar on the Isles, Tigerlily, Nyimara and Ysabels arguments, and the list goes on. She is young and has yet to join in on the fuss and drama that seems to have clung to him as of late.

"There are troubles too many to number," he says, barely audible, before pausing. "But I belive the courage will find you, when you need it the most," he offers softly. She shows a moment of courage as she closes the distance between them. He does not flinch, nor pull away when he feels the featherlight touch of her muzzle pressing into his smoky hide.

She is young and the world is laid out before her, yet she chooses to stand here next to him. The silence spans between them, as they just enjoy the closeness of their bodies pressing into each other. He can feel the soft staccato of her heart, it thrums rhythmically beneath her glistening, gilded hide. He closes his glacial eyes, letting the silence wrap itself around him. How long has it been since he could just stand there in silence with another?

As he slowly opens his glacial eyes, he only pulls away from her so that he can look upon her once again. "Do you want to stay here on the Ridge? If not I will brave the waves with you, to wherever you'd like to go," he says as his glacial eyes search her face.