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The Lost Islands
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A brilliant colored bird bursts from the jungle right beneath his quivering nose. He stumbles back with a squeal on his lips, as the bird flaps up into the jungle canopy his glacial eyes narrow. "Why do you have to go where I cant follow?" he asks with a stomp of his foot and a swish of his tail across his hindquarters. The bird then turns and begins to caw at him, almost as if to laugh and mock the colt since he could not fly nor climb trees. This sends Sigurdr into a flurry of bucks and kicks as he shows the scarlet macaw what would of happened if he would of stayed on the ground. He finally halts in a cloud of dust as he looks up at the empty branch where just moments ago the macaw had peered down on him from.

A smile traces Björn's lips as she beckons him back with another question. He closes the distance between them until they are just a breath apart. "What was your homeland like? he asks as he reaches his muzzle across the narrow space to press his lips into her shoulder. His ears flick atop his crown as he waits for her to speak of a land that once she had called home. A myriad of questions line themselves up in his head, but he does his best just to ask the one that weighs on him the most.

With a snort Sigurdr leaves his hunt and pivots to trot down the shaded trail back to his father and spotted girl. As he draws nearer he sees them both cuddled up close and he halts with a tilt of his head. Why was he cuddled up to her? Where was mommma? "Papa," he yells as he leaps up to them. "Why do you hug spotted girl?" he asks with a tilt of his crown.

It is not long before the pattering of hooves against hardened earth signals the return of his son and he comes back with a question on his lips. Björn pulls back from touching Siobhan to look upon his son who's brow furrows with his question. Warmth begins to crawl up into his cheeks as he tries to figure out a way to explain his embrace with spotted girl. He shoots Siobhan a quizzical look as he clears his throat to speak. "Errrm, she..." he starts and then loses the words. How does he explain such a complicated matter to his child?



Björn & Sigurðr
the king & his heir




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