Meadow

Perhaps one day her words might get her into trouble, a trouble that she might not be able to so easily get herself out of. Always in the past she had relied upon her father to get her out of a fix. When the foals had managed to stir up a pack of wolves on the hunt, it had been father who had come to the rescue. Always he was there. But even she was not foolish enough to believe that he would always be there. As age ripened her body and turned the gangly little filly into a beautiful creature of feminine curves and long silvery white locks, so had age begun to take its toll upon him. Already white hairs began to appear here and there along his whiskered muzzle, muscles still taunt from use hide well the weariness that morning often brought. Only she noticed these things, familiar with everything about the brave stallion. Thinking now that one day he might not be around to get her out of a fix... well lets just say she was not ready for that.

Bjorn speaks again, his voice gruff despite the twitch of his lips upwards in humor. Even she could not hide away the mischievous grin that tugged her own ash dusted labrums upwards in the beginnings of a smile. Dark brown eyes glitter against the bright sunlight as she lets a soft snort escape her nostrils, doing her best to hide the laughter that threatens to spill forth. It was nice to know that her words would be taken to heart. Rarely were they if ever. Truthfully she doubted that he would have such concerns for the likes of a stranger such as herself, but nonetheless, the thought was a pleasant one. It made her feel important of sorts.

She had expected him to find some interest in knowing that she had a father on the isles, but she had not quite expected the intrigue that caused his glacier eyes to glitter and his ears to perk forward so neatly amid the tangled mass of his darkly colored locks. She studies him for a moment, a single brow arching from beneath the thick veil of silver white forelock as he seems to stand at attention just a bit more, the relaxed demeanor seeming to vanish. Only then does she think that perhaps she had said too much. Good going Mara. she chides herself, cringing inwardly at the thought of her father's green eyes upon her in cold stillness. He could be frightening when he wanted to be. And she hated to disappoint him. It always seemed to hurt worse, especially when he gave her the silent treatment.

She flicks her ear as he speaks of visiting Tinuvel and absently she lets a relieved sigh escape her. Yes let him go to that island, far far away from Atlantis. It was one thing to be rebellious behind Rougaru's back, but something completely different to announce it to his face. He had told her to come straight home... not galavant through the main island. He remarks rather nonchalantly how the business on Tinuvel would not interest her and despite herself she raises her small head proudly, dark eyes glittering. "You might be suprised dear Bjorn to find what does and does not interest me." she purrs, a single dial flickering as she once more gives her proud head a toss, "It is unwise to underestimate me. But suppose you are right. The business you have with Tinuvel matters little to me." she says, her voice a bit more flippant not as she takes a dancing step away from him. She was all but ready to part from him, ready to leave herself with nothing but the memory of his masculine odor and future dreams at nights of what might have happened... until his words stop her.

Tinuvel could wait? She was not sure whether to feel flattered or suspicious. Perhaps a bit of both. It was clear learning that her father was a lead had made an impression, whether it was the right one or a wrong one she had not quite decided. Nonetheless as he reaches out to touch her shoulder with his pink lips she pivotes from his reach, golden brown eyes glittering as the cheshire grin once more makes an appearance upon her delicate features. "Now now, you know better than to touch something that does not belong to you." she breathes, doing her best to let the sound of her words color the sudden rush of adrenaline that had her heart pulsing madly beneath her skin. "I assure you I can get home safe on my own... I am dangerous after all.... remember?" she purrs slyly.