Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Ochre colored eyes pass over her beautiful features, from that of her soft cerulean eyes to that of her delicate nostrils, all of it...his. As her sweet voice fills the void, she doesn't want him to stress about her, but it was a stress that he knew that it was his to burden. "I have to do it, as the leader of our family, I take on burdens so that others do not have to worry about such things. I will try to not stress myself out the point that I cannot handle, and at that point I will seek out your help, m'dear." He knew that she would gladly take on any burden that he asked of her. His muzzle reaches towards her nape for a moment in an embrace, her comfort washing over him, he knew the dangers that this world had in-store for them.
Watching her face, he finds the worries and fears still written across her delicate features. But as he expressed how irreplaceable she was her face transformed, it was as if she had hardly ever has heard of such words. Thank you." "Your welcome, but it is the truth." He found himself each day wanting to be near her all moments of the days, perhaps this is called Love? He had heard of such lovey dovey tales but never believed them. Maybe these warm feelings that spread throughout his chest, the feelings of longing when they were not together, was love?
As she voiced her same feelings the warm feeling spread into his cheeks, he was not used to expressing his feelings and for them to be returned. Willingly she spills how devastated she would be if he disappeared, he knew that these feelings were mutual. "Freya..." His voice trails off, almost embarrassed to continue speaking. Was this customary? To be the first to tell her how much he cared for her? Maybe he would wait...Was it pride? Or fear that she would reject his feelings?
Clearing his throat, he contemplates his next words, knowing that he would have to say something. With relief she mentions K1A1, perhaps he could finish his sentence without embarrassing himself. "I have not seen her in the Inlet, the last time I seen her she was heading towards the ocean. Perhaps she had matters that she had to take care of in the Crossing." He knew that breeding season was upon them, and he was uncomfortable with his mares leaving. He knew the dangers.
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Icelandic | Grullo [ Ee aa Dd] | 13.2 hh
King of the Inlet
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