The petite russet colored mare was not quite sure what it was about the dark colored stallion that in particular made her heart flutter. Perhaps it was the gruff exterior, the numerous scars and fresh wounds, the wounds that remind her so much of her powerful sire. Perhaps it was those glacier eyes, the ones that held so much and yet gave nothing away. Maybe it was everything, the whole package. Though she was not about to admit it to him, at least no time in the near future... there was still something about him that made her burn with longing that she had never experienced. A single ear flickers as his husky frame leans closer to her own slight build. His gruff words are different from those previously exchanged, darker... quieter... a promise.

A part of her wanted to protest, to stop her hoof, head held high as she proudly professed her fearlessness and her ability to take care of herself. Rougaru and mother had raised her to be a self sufficient creature, one sure of herself and the ability to protect and guard regardless of the daunting challenge before her. She knew that they would expect little else from her. But then here was Bjorn, the thick warmth of his tones, making a part of her want nothing more than to relinquish all concerns and cares to his capable shoulders.

She does not reply to his words, for a moment a flash of suspicious doubt dances through those deep auburn ooids. It lasts but a moment only and is dismissed with a toss of her small head, silvery cream locks settling haphazardly down the arching curve of her neck. A single forelimb is raised to strike back down at the hard ground in anticipation. His words play between them once more, teasing. To these words she smiles, the smile a cheshire grin as lithe figure takes another dancing step away from him. "Perhaps... but you will never know that truth now will you Bjorn." she taunts, her own words honey sweet as long thick tail flicks at him once more before she starts down the path that once more led towards the surf. She never was a fan of the water. He speaks again, as if to reassure her that he was here for her protection and she cannot help but to turn her head to glance back at him, "Does this include you dear Bjorn?" she teases before taking another step forward and pivoting back on her hind legs so that she is once more face to face with him.

A dark look fills her amber eyes now, intense and pulsing with each beat of her heart. Small ears perk forward amid the silver white tangle of her forelock. "What if I wanted your touch?" she murmurs her voice growing husky with the passion that lingers there. For a moment she stays where she stands, unmoving, her eyes glued to his own glacier blue. For a moment there is nothing but silence hanging between them... until she laughs. As though the mask of passion has been lifted she laughs, her laughter bubbling as though water over rocks. Wheeling around she races headlong into the surf, leaving Bjorn behind to follow in her hoofprints.

It does not take long to cross the chilled ocean waters, Nyimara felt fairly certain that the changing in water temperature had lead some encouragement to her limbs. Around Atlantis, the waters are much warmer, but still, she did not enjoy the taste of salt water upon her tongue and so without much grace or backwards thought to the stallion following she surges from the white capped surf and onto the white sanded beach. She stops on the dry sands, giving her lithe form a quick shake, doing her best to rid the majority of the salt water from her coat. Perhaps after awhile, she would find a nice spot on the dry sands where she could roll, dislodge the worst of the salt water and dismiss it with another good shake and roll. Not now.

She does not call for Rougaru, no doubt he would find them soon enough, he spent most of his time patrolling his borders anyway, if he was not off visiting with Warsaw. Nyimara had never met the Inlet king, but he had Rougaru's respect and thus she kept her opinions to herself. She was not a fan of the lifelong philosophy the stallions seemed to share on mares, but well it was not her place to challenge either. Dark auburn gaze travels back to the surf as she waits patiently for Bjorn to join her and for Rougaru to appear... this would be interesting.