~ i was born with invisible wings:
Mjöllnir moves freely across the Crossing, his hooves find purchase against the thin blanket of snow beneath the bows of the naked trees. Steam bellows around his bone white face as he lifts it and searches for the familiar frame of his mother. She had told him to remain in the Peak... but what fun is that? So as soon as she had disappeared into the dense forest he had waited, 1...2...10 and then promptly followed after her.
He watched the other inhabitants of the Crossing with wide glacial blue eyes. He had known a few places since his birth, including the Lagoon -yuck-, the Ridge and now the Peak, all of the lands are so different from each other. Muscles propel him through the thickening snow as he crosses an open clearing and finally he spots his mother. An excited nicker leaves his lips as he picks up a lope and plows through the snow.
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A soft smile tugs Lagertha's lips upward as Hazel admits that she didn't understand. She nods her crown and then parts her lips to answer the girls question. "Liland here was claiming you as his, you would then be under his rule and he would determine where you can go on these Isles. He would choose if you bear his children or someone else's, and to be used as a pawn that he can trade at will," she slides a glance at Liland as he begins to speak. As he begins to blather on about how she wouldnt have to worry and that she would have family and friends.
He purposely left out the part about bearing his children or oppression that he is quickly becoming known for on these Isles. Her brother had spoke in length over the rumors and truths that were being told amongst the herd, and specifically of his ally Rougaru and his Queen Zjeena's experience. Word travels fast and far.
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Mjöllnir nickers once again as he slides to a halt near his mother, his head raises high on his neck as his glacial eyes fall upon the mare that mother is speaking with. "Halló!" he greets with a bob his head. "I am Mjöllnir," he then turns his head up toward his mother who now scowls down at him, a sheepish grin flicks across his lips. Whoops.
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"And this is my son," she introduces the boy to Hazel with a sigh. "You are more than welcome to accompany us to the Peak, where you will be safe until making a decision on your path," she invites the mare with them to a place that she will truly be free to explore these Isles.
Mjöllnir - Icelandic - yearling - silver buckskin splash
of the peak