~ where innocences burn in flames.
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A smile tugs at his lips as his approach draws her lips up, she does not turn upon him with malice in her eyes nor the snap of her teeth. He can feel the muscles along his shoulders relax. The Commons it seems brings out the worse in both men and women. On most occasions he allows them space and their thoughts to spring forth, but some women have turned on him with venom and malice on their lips. To his relief; she is not one of them.
"You are welcome," he says aloud before she answers his question, and casts her gaze back to the sea. She carries good fortune upon her shoulders. He knows that Aegir is a fickle god and chooses some to drown in his depths and others that could pass safely. A flick of wonder flashes in his glacial eyes, she is a gift from the gods. Which god was it? Odin? Thor? Definitely not the trickster Loki... A smirk touches his lips as he muses over the trickster god. But then she introduces herself and draws him from his musing.
Orphea.
"Orphea, gjöf frá guðunum," he tries her name aloud, his native tongue thick across his tongue. "I am Björn, Bera Konung of the Ridge," with a proud lift of his head. He eyes her for a moment and allows his title to fill the space between them. "You are fortunate that you have come to these shores when you have. The sea becomes an unkind mistress the longer winter draws on."
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge