The bald faced boy's eyes take in the lithe form of the gilded girl before him. She was a curious creature, from the timidness of her way to softness of her voice. Björn has not seen his mother in months, the pain of her disappearance still a fresh wound. One misty morning, he had stirred from his sleep to find her soft bed empty. He had clambered to his feet, until this moment had they barely been apart. He was young, still in his first year of life, and now he was alone. He shudders at the thought of that morning, he had been scared and alone. Crystal eyes find hers, as she answers his questions. "Then you are surely not crazy." He pauses. "It was, well that is at least what my dad said about my grandpa."
His ears perk as her sweet voice breaks the silence. She speaks of not remembering how she got here. She understands that she swam, but that was all. He curiously eyes her. "It is a little strange, but maybe they were memories you didn't need?" He offers.
The silvery moonlight shimmers down around the pair, Björn's icy blue eyes float to petite golden girl's face. He takes a step closer, curiously he eyes her. "What do you feel here?" He reaches his muzzle to her chest, for a brief moment before he pulls back. "In your heart? If you believe with your whole heart that these memories are real... then they are." He eyes her for her reaction.
- icelandic mutt - 2.5 years old - Dögun x Freya
of the forest
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