~ i was born with invisible wings:
A smile tugs her lips upward as Hazel admits that she does like the sound of freedom. Of course she would, she has the whole world to explore and there is no reason for her to be tied to a stallion or a herd. She nods her bald face and does not hide how she feels about the girls choice. It is by far the best option for her. Lagertha can feel the muscles along her withers grow tense as she awaits Liland's reaction to the girls choice. She assumes he will not be pleased with her decision, as he won't be able to round up another mare to bolster his numbers.
"Not any more?" she snorts a plume of steamy air from pink nostrils; her tail lashes across her hindquarters as she begins to lose her patience with the Fjord. "You speak of trust as if it should just be given to YOU freely. I know what goes on around these Isles and I suspect you should watch your tongue," she snaps with a raise of her head. How dare he call her a liar or untrustworthy because she speaks the truth about his intentions.
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Mjöllnir watches with curious glacial eyes as the Fjord begins to speak, his fuzzy ears rotate and his brow furrows. No one gets to talk to his mother like that. He puffs his chest out and steps around his mother as the Fjord goes to leave.
"That is no way to talk to my mother," as he raises his head higher,
"She is a shield maiden, a stríðsmaður." He only pauses momentarily before he turns and looks at Hazel a smile on his lips. Pride shines in his eyes, he would always defend his mother.
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Lagertha prepares herself for backlash, her head dips toward her son and her ears press against the soft skin of her nape. Tense moments tick by before she finally feels safe enough to drop her guard down. She turns to answer the girls questions, her smile then returns to her lips.
"Claiming is what he did, he came to you and laid his lips across your shoulder, it made you his. He could of taken you home and could of forced his children upon you as soon as you are able to bear them. Now, that I blocked his claim you are free to go to any land that you choose. You can return with us to the Peak or you can go on your way freely," she pauses to catch a breath.
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Mjöllnir just nods, unsure of what it meant to bare foals or anything like that, but he knew from his mother's tone that it was a bad thing to force it on another.
"The Peak?" he interrupts.
"Is the best! Its a big mountain, with creeks and rocks!" he exclaims, his glacial eyes light up as he begins to describe their home.
"Are you gonna come with us?" he asks with a tilt of his crown.
Mjöllnir - Icelandic - yearling - silver buckskin splash
of the peak