Nyimara was not sure that she was prepared for Bjorn's response. Truthfully she was not certain that she knew how to be. The words had bubbled from her lips were words she never expected to whisper and yet they had come almost unbidden. She does not wait for his answer and yet he does not take his time in the response. You would just have to ask nicely. The words were heart clenching and intoxicating. Of course she highly doubted that there would ever be a need to "ask", but it was there. An impish smile curls across her lips but she does not respond, she does not turn to him... his true test was coming in the form of father.

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She watches as he rises from the surf, his dark locks plastered against the muscular curve of his neck. A smile tugs at her lips as she lets her dark eyes roam the contours of his bulky frame. He was a sight. Not that she was about to tell him, it might give him a big head afterall.

He gives his skin a quick shake, sending droplets of water spraying like rain on either side of him, the tattered ends of his thick mane slapping audibly against the smoke colored hues of his neck. A light laughter bubbles from her own lungs as she turns back to him, her depthless ooids glittering.

He speaks now, his lilted tones giving way to foreign speech and curiously her delicately dished crown angles towards him, her ears flickering as she let the flavors of these words play again upon her mind, trying to discern their meaning but yet finding herself at a loss.

She wonders what his words mean, but it was clear by the smirk upon his lips that it was yet another continuation of their earlier game of teasing, taunting words. She turns to him, gazing up from beneath the thick veil of silvery white forelock that splayed before her visionfield. "Your words are foreign to my tongue." she purrs reaching forward to tug playfully at a straying end of his waterlogged mane. "Pretty... but lost in meaning." she murmurs, blinking slowly as once more the mischievous smile appears, "Guess that means you will have to teach me." she finishes shifting her weight to allow her lithe form to brush against his, savoring the electric sensation of his skin against her own. She turns her gaze to the island before them, small cupped ears lifted and alert to the approaching hooves that she knew belonged to none other than her father. Almost immediately the mask of indifference once more falls into place as she takes a step forward, determined to meet the island stud headon.