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son, we'll ride in the gathering storm









Warmness spreads through his chest despite the chill in the air, as he watches Freya interact with their son. A content sigh slips through his dark lips, he quietly reminace’s back to the day that he met her. She was beautiful, a bit uncertain, but now look at her. She had grown from that day, into his queen of the Inlet. She had proven herself, over and over that she was more than capable to handle the challenges that arise. Now with their son, she shows that she is a caring, loving mother. ”He grows taller every time I turn around, soon he will be taller then me.” He chuckles deeply, it was not hard to be taller than him, but of course he would never say that aloud.



Björn, flicks a fuzzy ear at his mother’s voice. Snow? It’s rain that freezes? He emits a soft snort, as he sticks his tongue out of his lips. A few frozen drops fall onto it, he quickly sucks it back in. Only to be disappointed when they snowflakes, were gone. He repeats it, but yet again there is the same result. With a frustrated squeal, he gives up on the snow and finds himself wandering to find some blades of grass. He leaves his parents to their conversation.



Let us go to the beach A smile slips its way onto his dark lips, it would be nice to head to the beach. ”I think that is a good idea, let’s go.” He sidles up closer to his gilded queen, he lets his dark lips brush her shoulder. He swivels his gaze over his shoulder to take one look at the herd, he knows they will be fine for a while. Darius, lingers within the trees, he keeps a watchful eye on the mares. ”Darius, will keep an eye out.”



A few minutes pass, until he realizes that his parents had started off without him. He jerks his head upwards, an irritated nicker is thrown at his parents. Why would they just leave? He leaps into a lope, his spindly legs reach out as he tries to catch up with them. As he nears his mother, he gives another squeal and slows to a trot, before he swings his hindquarters at her. He tries to kick out at her, while trotting but ends up tangling his legs up. He stumbles a step, before he regains his footing. He levels his ears foolishly, but it wasn’t his fault, if they hadn’t of left him. ”Where we going? Why did you leave without me?” He says in an exasperated huff.








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