~ where innocences burn in flames.
A soft smile touches his pink lips as Siobhan's muzzle bumps his shoulder. Her words playful as they leave her lips. "Ahh how right you are?" he jokes as a chuckle rumbles from his chest. His mother was kind and he misses her more with every passing day. He hears whispers of her memory here on the Isles. Even Warsaw fondly remembers his mother.
Siobhan is kind and it shows in the way she speaks with the colt. She offers him words to soothe his aching heart. But the next question is directed at him. Why would you even want my mother? He raises a brow as the colts words spill from his lips. "She has more worth to me than her womb," he snorts. How could that be the thing that lingers on the colts mind? How could the colt say she is of no use to him? As if the only way she brings worth is by baring children.
As the colt continues to rant, the next words cause a laugh to rumble from between his lips. "I do know how you feel... when I was young my mother was won by a man named Olaf. I was only 6 months old when it happened but I swam from the Inlet to the Desert alone. Facing the wide ocean as a colt, but it made me stronger," he softens his glacial eyes but tension remains in his shoulders at the painful memory. "It is the way of the world, and it seems unfair... but it is what it is," he nods his thick crown a final time.
He watches the colt lay down on the sands. There was no reasoning with the child.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge