Björn where innocence is burned in flames
He can feel the warmth of the sun as it warms his smoky hued coat. A breath escapes between pink lips, yes, Atlantis was really paradise. He barely can recall the memories of this place, but he does remember the warmth.
Glacial blue eyes meet hers as she gazes back at him from beneath locks of unruly silver mane. He yearns to brush her cheek with his lips, to feel her warmth. In the moment he is lost in her cinnamon colored eyes. "It means, my island girl." He answers just above a whisper. His words were just loud enough for her ears to hear. Their moment is shared for the briefest of moments. It comes a surprise to him when her giggling ceases, and a mask of callousness replaces the laughter.
She moves away from him toward, who he presumes is her father. Their likeness is striking, both of a deep bronze color with silvery manes. Her father stops to fondly nibble at her unruly locks before he focuses his attention on Björn. His ears stand erect amongst his thick mess of dark mane. I see you brought a friend? Björn could feel the steely gaze of her sire as he looks down at him. He knew that this was meant to intimidate, in hopes that he would tuck his tail and splash back into the sea. No, he had promised Nya he would see to it that she made it home.
Yes, your daughter and I have become friends." He nods his thick skull with a jerk. He continues. We crossed paths while I was on my way to Tinuvel. We talked, and I decided it would be best to escort her home. As, we all know the dangers that come with the turning of seasons." He flicks his gaze to Nya. He may of left out some of the flirting and touching, in his account of their meeting. He is wise in the fact, he would like to keep his hide on his bones on this day.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
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