They had not spoken much since the day he vowed to stay by her side. Askold did not need words to exchange between them to feel at peace. Being with her was all that he needed and it was all that he would ever truly need in this world. Just the simple act of watching her was enough. Watch her he does even as she ventures from their cozy place in the falls to the commons. There was still much of the islands he didn’t understand or know about so he did not exactly know the danger she put herself in by coming here. He did not know the danger he could potentially put himself in, but protecting her was all the mattered. Askold follows silently behind her at such a distance she may not even know he came.
He watches as the young tobiano mare quickly arrives to greet her. A young buckskin stallion then arrives just after the first. Brown eyes narrow as Kimber reacts negatively to the first female. He had no reason to step in, or worry that Kimber couldn’t handle herself, so he stays on the outskirts watching the scene unfold. It wasn’t until his beauty asked the male if he was a son of Bjorn that his attention was perked. Red ears point forward as he studies the male. It was clear he was an Icelandic, classic of Bjorn’s relatives, but who he was exactly Askold didn’t know.
His eyes narrow onto the tobiano bay as she takes it upon herself to position her body in between Kimber and the young male. He might have stayed back longer and allowed Kimber to handle the situation how she wanted, but hormones and all. Askold couldn’t shake the new feelings stirring in his gut as he steps towards them with a red head held high. His thick mane falls over neck, his forelock covering one of his eyes. He comes from behind Kimber and steps next to her. He stays silent with eyes going back and forth between Medusa and Mjölnir.