~ where innocences burn in flames.
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The surf washes around his ankles as he pauses within the waters, a heavy sigh upon his lips. His heart should be overjoyed with their victory of retrieving the foals, but it is heavier than ever. Nyimara is now within the Lagoon's borders and once again their son goes without his mother. He can feel the anger boil beneath his grullo hide and his heart clenches in his chest. He will retrieve Nyimara from the Lagoon and return her to the Ridge, and in doing so leave a mark on the Lagoon in which they will never forget.
A movement draws his glacial eyes as Ysabel pushes Isabel and Askold away, his ears rotate atop his crown as she moves toward him.
He steps through the surf until he meets her on the hardened sand. A soft nicker rumbles from his throat, quiet and just audible to her ears. "Ysabel," he whispers into the narrow space between them. "Is there something on your mind?" he asks with a tilt of his crown. Maybe it was the furrow of her brow or the way she strides toward him - she has sought him out for a reason.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge