A brief awkward moment exchanges between the pair of young horses. As Avangeline drops her gaze to the forest floor, Björn flickers his gaze away to the leafy trees behind her. Only a few seconds past, but to the stud colt, it felt like an eternity. He waits patiently for her voice to break the silence that envelops them. Soon it does. Her dark lips turn upwards in a smile. “Björn… do you… live somewhere? On one of the islands?”
"Yes, I live on Luthien, in the Forest. I am Olaf's second in command." He ends with a hint of pride in his voice. It was a good home, a bit lonely sometimes, but he hopes that Avangeline would come and visit. His crystal eyes linger on her delicate face, he wonders what she is thinking in that pretty head of hers. "Would you come and visit?" He questions, and silently wishes that her answer will be yes.
Björn lifts his head, the morning would soon come. He would resume the search for his mother, and hope that he finds her. "You are welcome to visit the Forest whenever you like...Avangeline." Her name sweet on his tongue. Never would the stud colt of ever thought that on his journey to find his mom, that he would of bumped into a new friend. The bald faced boy was feeling less lonely at the thought of seeing the buckskin girl again.
