He would not understand. Could not. Sure if she told him perhaps in time when the thoughts and feelings such as rage and hatred sank into his young soul but she was not ready to sully is soul in such a manner. In his eyes, the pale blue of his father, she sees his innocence and his naivety and she wants nothing more than to keep him safely locked behind the borders of the Ridge. She wanted him safe.

He looks up at her now, his pale eyes pleading and she cannot help the softness that tugs the corners of her lips upwards. If only he knew how much those eyes did to her. She smiles down at him, dark ooids of her own gentle as she presses her forehead lovingly against his own. "A my tanay(son) you are young yet. The waters that I must travel would swallow you whole and I would never forgive myself if you were lost to me or your father." she breathes blowing softly into the silken plume of his forelock.

He pulls away from her now, leaping and turning into the air with all the boisterous vigor that she is sure must have built up in Bjorn in his youth. This son, he is so much like his father that it hurts. She giggles lightly as he trots back towards her, pride gleaming in his eyes as he searched hers for approval. Her head bobs gently, silver white locks settling haphazardly over the flat of her brow, "Yes you are very strong my pryi(darling) and that is precisely why you must stay here." she murmurs dipping her muzzle to graze over the dark line that ran along his spine. "Your father needs you here. You must watch over the herd and make sure that Ysebel takes care of them." she purrs. This would perhaps be the last time this line would work on him for each day she swore he grew a bit taller and a bit wiser. "I leave you in charge of them all. I promise I will not be long. Until I return...." she murmurs once more, pressing her lips against his skin, inhaling one final comforting scent.

She pulls away from him now, lithe limbs guiding her towards the shores that bordered Paradise and the open ocean that lay beyond. A single backwards gaze lingers upon her son, her heir, her pride. "Keep them safe and I shall expect a full report when I return." she shouts before forcing herself into the surf and not daring to look back for fear her resolve might crumble or Bjorn would appear whichever came first.

OOC: end this here so we can start a new thread.